A Glimpse Behind Clouds

Echoes increasing and piercing the mind ,

Giving us hopes that before made us blind,

Of jewels and wishes we dreamt just to find

The rulers of childhood yearnings.

The books and the pages have now blown away ,

To stories of literature day after day ,

To history and history stuck in replay ,

That only confirms our learning.

We wait and we wander from here and to there

Living in silhouettes- shadows of care-

That hide and conceal the facades we must bear ,

That somehow will turn to our earning.

The muses will find us among our own dreams

Making us understand nothing’s what seems

And visions of fairy tales blink in the gleams

Of the truth we are now discerning.