Dreamweaver

At broken sun one fine day
lying on my bed in utter dismay
I stared at the open window of my house
it all sparked and then doused
but that was enough and more
and I would never rebuff I swore
tomorrow might never become
so I wield my pen and pour out some

thoughts ignited by that spark
lights around and nowhere was dark
As if it was spelled by divine
All thoughts whatsoever of mine
crystallized into gold and gleam was clear
I rejoiced, no haze no fear

life meaningful begins with a dream
incredulous sometimes it might seem
but it all the men who brave
everything, not even the grave
can challenge em off the path
of which they have thought the wrath
whatever price it might entail
they'll never deter, they'll never fail

history defines and tomorrow repeats
path of labour never defeats
was it not a man too frail
dressed light, but did prevail
over the armies of the mighty seas
who held the world out of peace
wasnt long back, to be precise
it was 1947, and to all surprise
who'd have thought way back then
no violence and peace have power at helm

so my friend you wake tonight
and work to your hearts delight
in what you believe and what you see
be whatever you wanted to be
dreams are what keep us alive
and worry not about anybody's jibes
they will say always like that
for their lives have always been flat

weave your dreams, be someone ilk
smooth, somber, sweet and satin silk
just be yourself and you'd know
which path to leave, which way to go
come what may you will not deter
for you are the dream weaver