15/08/2025
The Dangling Dream
Quiet at Dawn
A voice whispers too soon,
My dreams dangle, frail,
My wishes fade, pale.
They gleam in the night,
Yet vanish with light.
Each dream of hope I weave
Dissolves like mist, bereaved.
I ask myself alone:
Is this dream my own,
Or an illusion of time,
A trial of time’s design?
A trial of time, sore and torn,
A moth flits past, each moment worn.
Yet my dreams grow bolder, like fine wine,
A challenge awaits for me to define.
Wishes whisper, echo in my mind,
But self-doubt’s fear burns unconfined.
It glimmers, faint, yet holds bold,
Shining like a vein of gold.
Teetering, dangling, a delicate hope,
Now soaring above, now sinking low.
My dreams endure, though courage wanes,
Held fast by will, despite the chains.
A time will come when I shall shine,
Though self-doubt glows, my will’s divine.
My dreams may falter, seem to die,
Yet my desire for the peak holds high.
Let them dangle, let them fade
I will rise, undismayed.
And when I rise, I’ll break through,
My dreams reclaimed, my heart renewed.
©️©️ Abdulwareez Abdulkareem Bukola
✨💫Bukky 🖊️
