I held my hands, closed my eyes, the music brought serenity as if I was flying in air, the warmth hugged me tight. I wanted to see it all but then if I would open my eyes I wouldn't be able to meet the morning butterfly and night jasmine at once. My heart started circulating with will to fly. But it was all so good to be true. I wanted to pen down that peace. But then opening eyes would mean disappearance. I wanted to bargain with the reality. But my fantasy was too weak.
So here I'm imagining to meet my trembling wings. cause in dark dawns I can atleast look at the stars, lighting the skies.