In My Dreams

The Waltz 

by Felix Vallotton (1893)

 
The daggers drawn during the day,
Venomously tipped,
Rested in cushioned sheaths,
In my dreams.

So easily we swam,
Across the chasm of silence,
Filled by moonlight,
With freshsweet streams.

Easy steps,
All in perfect time,
Can you believe?
We almost waltzed,
In my dreams.

Leaving the day behind,
With its many rough jibes,
We met in a world quite unknown,
In my dreams. 

Basant

'Girls Flying Kite'

 Kulu Folk Painting

 18th century Himachal Pradesh, India

Photo source: Pinterest 

Happiness incarnate
is a bunch of kites
dancing in the wind.

Manacled and maneuvered
by human hands
and made directionless
by the playful breeze.

Held captive between
two indomitable forces
of heaven and earth.

Look how they find
a moment of ecstasy
to dance their happy dance.