Dreams

glass-ceiling

Dreams don’t just volatilize
They fly away far from our reach

When we only remember the vapor
A fragrance, an aroma, wisps

Of what it is to lie flat in bed
And look through a sheet of transparent

Glass on the roof – so subtle, so fine
Yet so defiant, unyielding, ruthlessly adamantine –

Knowing what sheer beauty lies
On the other side of the glass ceiling

Author: meandererworld (Dilantha Gunawardana)

Poet of the unmechanical, unconstraint and unconditional, dreamer of near-perfection, lover of creativity, a man nearing the halfway mark of his life journey with mirth and sorrow, in that admixture of accidents and the muscle of anthropogenic fate, fighter of freedoms especially privacy, versatile sportsman, habitual humor artist, sporadic quotesman, man of science with curiosity as the fourth eye and perennial renaissance man who easily encounters boredom only to find something new to inspire.

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