Dreams in Glitter (acrostic)

Afar on the horizon the sun sinks

Low, hiding under the shadows of night,

Leaving behind hues of resplendence

That awaken a yearning, a longing.

Here I sit transfixed, gazing at the Vista;

At the beauteous visage of the sunset.

To me it seems like dreams woven in

Gold that glitter, enchant mesmerizingly.

Leaving this, I shift my vision to the bird

In the gilded cage, singing mellifluously

To serenade the night; then heralding

The day’s end, melancholy she sighs

Ending her song on a despondent note.

Roused my soul heeds the call of her heart

Setting her free, free from all that glitters.

Image – Sharon McCutcheon via unsplash

About Sonal Singh

I believe that life is a repertoire of anecdotes. The various situations that we encounter, the many incidents of every day, the people we meet, our conversations with them; all make life a melange of tales. And, that is what I attempt to capture through my writing. My cooking is no different! It reflects my love for travel and my love for innovation. The kitchen is my happy place. So, even though by vocation I am a recruiter (www.rianplacements.com), by passion I am a writer, home chef and a hodophile.

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