Soothing Balm

You weave a garland of myriad hues 

and give it to me to keep 

I watch the flowers fade and wilt 

not revived by the tears I weep 



You have your rainbow dreams 

while I’m tormented by nightmares 

you talk to the elves and fairies 

and here I’m caught up in snares 

You wear the cloak of starry night 

while like a frail man old 

I watch you bask in the moonlight 

and shiver from the cold 



Whispering through leaf-laden trees 

and caressing me to calm 

do come to me oh gentle breeze 

like some soothing balm 

~ Siddharth ~

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