Forgotten Dreams

"Forgotten Dreams"

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Summer's night,

No electricity in the house,
Yet the joy of sleeping beneath the open sky,
In the courtyard’s quiet embrace, was unmatched.
Two cots,
One for me, one for Dadu,

The Milky Way, luminous, stretching its arms,
Stars scattered like mustard seeds on a vast, endless plate.
Sometimes, the moonlight poured so generously,
The night seemed to borrow the sun’s golden glow.

A sudden gust of wind—
The gentle rustle of swaying trees—
And from the flower beds,
A flock of fireflies rose like whispered secrets.
In this enigmatic night,
Countless dreams unfurled their fragile wings,
Drawing constellations in my restless mind.

Oh, such beautiful times they were—
I can feel their depth even now.
I remember:
Fireflies would cluster around blossoms,
As if lost in quiet reverie.
What thoughts must have stirred within them, I wonder?
Should they rival the burning stars above,
Or rest, content, on their floral thrones?

It could be,
The moon spills its light from the heavens,
Sent the fireflies to the earth below,
To uncover the poetry of twilight’s sighs,
To offer hope to hidden, shadowed corners,
And to hear the murmurs of human hearts.
A message of love,
Illuminating every fiber of being.

And then, my gaze caught two falling stars—
A fleeting brilliance streaking through the velvet night.
How did they come to be?
What secret sorrow shaped their luminous flight?
They, too, must have broken away from something vast,
Forged by trials unseen,
Only to blaze briefly,
And vanish into the unknown.

I watched them fade,
And sleep crept softly over my eyes.
If only, just a little longer...
If only I could recall the dreams of that night,
Perhaps I could have written something more.