The Sanctuary of Forgotten Dreams

Through winding paths and hidden ways,
A weary traveler comes to gaze.
Upon a place where shadows rest,
A sanctuary, dark and blessed.

The air is thick with whispered sighs,
Of dreams that faded, hopes that died.
Forgotten aspirations lie,
Like ghosts beneath an endless sky.

A cradle made of moonlight’s glow,
Holds dreams of youth long left to grow.
They flutter softly, like the breeze,
Wings broken by the weight of seas.

One dream, a painter’s colors bright,
Now muted, lost to endless night.
Another, a song that once did soar,
Now silent, never heard before.

A lover’s dream, so soft and sweet,
Now trampled under time’s cruel feet.
A vision, once of golden gleams,
Now flickers faint in shattered beams.

Yet in the quiet, something stirs,
A spark within the dreamer’s blur.
For in this place where dreams are stored,
Hope is not truly ever bored.

A hand reaches out, unsure, afraid,
To touch the dreams that time betrayed.
And in that moment, soft and clear,
A whisper rises, loud, sincere.

Not all is lost, not all is gone,
For dreams may fade, but life goes on.
What once was broken, lost in time,
Can rise again, in rhythm, rhyme.

The traveler smiles, with heart anew,
For here, they see the sky once blue.
A dream rekindled, softly lit,
A spark of hope where none did sit.

In the sanctuary, lost and found,
They find their dreams, still safe and sound.
For time may steal, but never break,
The hope that dreams, in time, can wake.

- Khushi Kaul