From soft-spun gossamer webs
I weave mystical daydreams and wizardry
The sunbeams of silken gold threads to bedeck marvel-like tapestry!
It’s a heady potion where I sail on swan-shaped puffed clouds above
An irenic space for fantasies and fairy tales of true love
It’s my snug cocoon of twilight darkness
In this cradle, I find immense happiness
Shimmering and morphing in a world of magical land faraway
I dream I’m a songbird in a midsummer sky on a cloudless day
In woodland of soft, light and crisp pine air
I conjure up pegasi and unicorn of dazzling glare
Buzzing bees in a meadow of wild clover
Larks and Magpies too in an embellished bower!
The angels and fairies in my dreams, in voices convincing and pure
“The night is always dark, that’s why God created stars,” they assure
To guide me and you, to the keys to the right door
They are blessed, given, gifted
Found in the starlight, in the moonlight
If they go unseen, unnoticed, you’re guided to it by your own divine light.
Sangeetha Kamath Prabhu