This is my favorite poem published on www.storypoet.com

DREAMS AT NOON

My eyes turned red
Like a flaming charcoal
Fanned by a directionless wind
I was the oven
That bore the heat
All of me
It was as if I was going to burn
Anyone who touched me
So they withdrew
Like a swift snail that sensed the thorn



But fire coming out of my eyes carried
Dreams at noon
Dreams that refused to be robbed
By darkness of the night
They bulged out into the light of day


I first trod with wobbly feet
I poured water to cool off the heat
But the heat refused to die
I poured water over and over again
Till the water became a flood
Which I had to navigate through
To plant my feet on a dry land
Then my eyes opened
To the reality
That dreams are meant to be lived
Then shall it stop burning

The fire in my eyes became my compass
It lit the way
I followed
And my feet never stumbled again


Here is the link in case you wish to know: https://storypoet.com/2019/02/06/dreams-at-noon/

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