A Cauldron of Dreams

Pic: Self

A cauldron
of dreams,
simmers
tonight,

I stir slowly,
and the
crescent moon
stares wide-eyed,

and stars
sprinkle into it,
their own faraway
secret sunshine,

my eyes
on the cauldron,
but the night
sees it in my eyes,

I stir slowly,
and the night sighs,
at other things
that simmer inside,

sometimes dreams
need to be cooked,
to take
the test of time,

tonight
I cook them all,
eagerly awaiting
tomorrow’s sunrise.

© vidursahdev 2019