I'm Not Alone

No, I am not alone. 

My dreams, unfulfilled. 

But I know for sure

They will appear as real

In my zealous zone. 

No, they're not thrashed

In the obsolete trash

They're treasured as

Precious stones

In a place I call my own.

Yes, my dreams screech in the thorns

They also smile in the flowers

They're found in twilights, in dawns

They're there in the darkest of nights

They exist in the lightest of morns. 

Yes, my dreams, in the end, will fulfill 

Like streams, they will come alive

My burns will cure, wounds will heal, 

Beyond doubt, they'll arrive on time

From corners, known, unknown

To lovingly adorn my throne. 

Until the time it is fulfilled

I will not accept defeat, not yield 

I'm like a farmer ploughing the field;

With seeds of hope nurtured and sown

I'm a dreamer, I'm not alone.