The Dream

For a few precious moments, I was dwelling in the Elysium,
like teardrops in the eyes of time, I think you must have passed me by.

Shattered the walls of dismay laid, And dusts of autumn settled in,
the drops of elixir divine, I think you must have passed me by.

Ecstatic were the winds of spring, And ink of songs had touched my lips,
Cobwebs of light were shining bright, I think you must have passed me by.
                               
                                       -Ankur