Dream

paper-boats

No one can blow the flame
In your eyes, nor can they fish the dream
Out of your heart.

A dream is a yellow dwarf
Around which many small objects revolve
A solar system of its own

And your spirit is a leaf
That photosynthesizes on the sun
Funneling quanta and streaming
Energy from the source of the heart
To the fingertip sinks.

And one day, we will hold the impossible in our palms,
Knowing then, the tangibility of a dream is only proportional
To the mallets in our palms

That transform to indomitable sledgehammers
On fate’s resilient walls.

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meandererworld (Dilantha Gunawardana)

Dr Dilantha Gunawardana is a molecular biologist, who graduated from the University of Melbourne. He moonlights as a poet. Dilantha wrote his first poem at the ripe age of 32 and now has more than 1700 poems on his blog. His poems have been accepted/published in Forage, Kitaab, Eastlit, American Journal of Poetry and Ravens Perch, among others. He was also awarded the prize for "The emerging writer of the year - 2016" in the Godage National Literary Awards, Sri Lanka for his first collection of poems (Kite Dreams – A Sarasavi Publication), while being shortlisted for the poetry prize. Dilantha is a dual citizen of Sri Lanka and Australia, and shares his experiences from two different cultures. He blogs at - https://meandererworld. wordpress.com/

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