Dreams--By Feby Joseph--India

In Dreams

I spent seasons in bed now –

for I can only see you in reverie

bathed in colours – long forgotten by the sun.

     Only a few fragments of your fragrance fast fading

     in the brittle lies of light.

I keep my eyes closed for ages

In hopes of seeing a few pages of you

I can later transcribe into odes.

     I need these poems –

     The pictures have started to fade.