That dream returns
To my eyes wide open
Memories churn
From aeons ago
Across the meadows
Through fences broken
Our scampering feet
Stop where the waters flow
Holding hands
We wait for a token
From the ripples
And the molten sun
And then we dive
Our past forgotten
And a story ends
Where it had begun.
nadirafromkannur 
Jyothi Unniraman
October 27, 2011 at 8:26
You take me some 20 years back……….thanks a ton !
reading-stars
October 15, 2011 at 8:26
I’m glad I came across your poetry. Smiles for you.
Kellie Elmore
August 10, 2011 at 8:26
This is beauuuuuuuutiful!!! I love it! And the rhyme though completely flawless is almost unnoticed because it flutes effortlessly, just as the rich images u bring to life. Lovely!
dreamingthruthetwilight
August 10, 2011 at 8:26
Thank you Kellie. It’s almost compulsive with me, that I have to get it to rhyme. Not that I spend a lot of time on that. Luckily for me, it comes without too much effort. But I do want to be able to write poetry , without feeling the need to make it rhyme. Will get it right , some day:-)
granny1947
August 8, 2011 at 8:26
I love this.
I wonder if one CAN recapture those feelings?
dreamingthruthetwilight
August 10, 2011 at 8:26
In one’s imagination…yes, Granny:-)
Rhyme Me a Smile
August 2, 2011 at 8:26
Beautiful dream! Lovely rhythm and rhymw. 🙂
dreamingthruthetwilight
August 10, 2011 at 8:26
Thanks a lot.:-)
Sharp Little Pencil
August 2, 2011 at 8:26
This is a lovely remembrance of innocent pleasures, of friendship and the days when it seemed nothing was more important than dipping your toes in the water… loved it. Peaceful. Thanks so much, Nadira! Peace, Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/07/31/lost-in-the-weeds/
dreamingthruthetwilight
August 10, 2011 at 8:26
Thanks Amy. I’m down nostalgia lane quite a lot, sometimes about things that didn’t even happen but was part of my imagination even then:-)
souldipper
August 2, 2011 at 8:26
Nadira – just in case you may be interested in this invitation to poets: http://musingbymoonlight.com/2011/07/30/from-india-a-message-for-our-indian-friends/
dreamingthruthetwilight
August 2, 2011 at 8:26
Hey thanks. I think I’ll pitch in:-)
Inside the Mind of Isadora
July 31, 2011 at 8:26
This has such a beautiful flow …. if that can be said of poems. I am not a writer of poetry but I do enjoy reading them. This had me seeing evrything that you were saying in every word.
Just lovely ….
Namaste,
Isadora
dreamingthruthetwilight
July 31, 2011 at 8:26
Thanks for the visit Isadora. It’s only lately that I’ve taken to writing poetry a little bit regularly. Glad you liked it:-)
P C JAIN
July 29, 2011 at 8:26
nature comes alive tks
dreamingthruthetwilight
July 31, 2011 at 8:26
Thank you most kindly, Jainsaab:-)
souldipper
July 29, 2011 at 8:26
This feels like the sweet, innocent love that I knew as a very young girl. It only gets better with age!
dreamingthruthetwilight
July 31, 2011 at 8:26
Lucky for you if it did. Some are not as fortunate, but the dreams remain , I guess:-)
Joanne Elliott aka soulsprite
July 29, 2011 at 8:26
I like this poem and your view of the cycle of life.
dreamingthruthetwilight
July 31, 2011 at 8:26
Thanks a ton:-)
Jingle
July 28, 2011 at 8:26
dream that lovely dream, wake up beaming…
incredible write, thanks for posting,
join poets rally if you can.,
dreamingthruthetwilight
July 31, 2011 at 8:26
Thanks Jingle. My only reluctance about joining the rally at times, is because I am not able to do justice to so many wonderful bloggers here . I do so want to read as many as I can. But sometimes I’m not able to find enough time. Otherwise I just love being part of the gang:-)