DREAMLIGHT || RAHMAT A MUHAMMAD || POETRY
DREAMLIGHT The skies home little twinkling stars Singing my name in an alluring accent When darkness descends. Here, we fold ourselves into metaphors Calligraphed within untitled verses And sing them out to the winds, To the waters that hold the history of ours. Take my hand, dear, look into my open heart. Tell me, what does it look like , Say, u nborn dreams and forgotten memories? Dear, t ell me why you giggle at the sight of dawn .
