Dreams

Thousands of pearls of dreams weaved through the obsidian cloak of abyss,

glistening with hope, intertwining, creating new destinies.

Every second a new dream would alight in the myriad of stars,

embroidering itself to create yet another pirouette of life,

iridescent with emerald and golden hues of the dreamers soul.

But it was a sanctuary of hope and defeat,

creation and destruction,

accompnied by an endless symphony

of life and death…

Every other day, a star would dim,

the shimmering light becoming hollow with sorrow, regret and bitterness,

carving away the dreams luminous nacre,

until crumbling to nothing but golden stardust,

nonchalantly floating through the endless universe,

faintly gleaming

with the promise of a new beginning…