The Unfound Dwelling of My Dreams

Far, far beyond the mountains wrought in blue,

Where silent hours breathe upon the morn,

A call from yon fair horizon steals

Into my soul, and bids my spirit soar.

My heart, unfetter’d, yearns to take its flight

To realms untrod—where faery whispers dwell.

Through many a rugged path have I pursued

The weary miles that led me unto this day;

Yet hath the road refus’d to rest or end.

For still the guiding lamp of dreams doth shine,

And with its gentle beam doth beckon me

Toward fairer lands that lie beyond my sight.

Perchance, in some far realm unknown to me,

A kindred soul awaits with doors thrown wide,

Where quiet love keeps vigil soft and true.

Though yet the dwelling-place of dreams lies hid,

Still must I on, with steadfast heart and will,

To seek another heaven unespied—

A sky whose light my eyes have never known.

©️ Debasish Das