Into the gentle silence of rumination,
Leaves shed randomly in little rustle,
Leaving memories helter-skelter.
But one floated up against free fall
To tweak my lost and forsaken dreams-
One memory of a golden childhood
Where flying horses galloped by,
Carpets floated through the air,
Dragons swooped across the sky
And djinns granted opulent wishes.
It was a dream far from the fantasies,
Treading the realm of science,
Weighing quantities with qualities;
It was a dream to be like Madame Curie,
To trudge among the phials and chemicals,
Discovering elements to benefit mankind.
I grabbed this flustered dream from floating
And, within my poetic pages, pressed it to enshrine.