AUSTERITY OF HIS ARID DREAMS

Amidst the barren, broken and yellow earth
Lies an arid dream, dirty white at birth,
Somewhere in the crevices, covered by crust
Blinking, hiding, fighting the dust.

He has heard his father pray
For winds to die down, befalling the grey,
He crawls towards the stubborn dream
Tiptoes lest he makes it scream.

Holds it mighty tight in case it falls
Cradles it whilst looks up the knoll,
The white reflects rays, his eyes gleam
Awaiting love, some for him, some for his dream.

He hears his sister’s cry for help
His dog, he can now see, tries to yelp,
Father, why were you so scared
Why did you leave us all so bared?

Death is better, though haven’t seen
Love is eternal, it has always been,
Hey boy! Now paths diverge, do carefully tread
Dream is pure, walks where its led.

He walks the path with no footsteps
And hears the rumbling clouds as he schleps,
Tears tumble or so it seem
Raindrops all over his vibrant dream.

This post is written as the first in the series of A2ZChallenge 2019.

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