A Heart Full of Dreams
My heart holds lanterns stitched from silver dreams,
It hums like midnight rivers, full of gleams.
It charts a gentle course through starry streams,
And keeps its courage polished at the seams.
It sends small hopes afloat on moonlit beams,
Collecting scattered wishes, quiet themes.
Each whisper cradled there in silver seams,
Becomes a promise glowing at the seams.
At dawn it flutters, braided with sunbeams,
A quiet vessel driven by its dreams.
It never yields to sudden, timid schemes—
Forever tender, bound by bright moonbeams.