Bewitching Imaginations Poem by Asma Khan

I sold clouds wrapped in wonderful colors
Eclipses made from smoke of summers


Circled the glowing moon with flames
maintaining all distances with no claims


braided the golden sunset with laces
filling memories of past with no traces


Dusting the dawn from frontiers of passion
chasing dreams to form the unknown compassion


Treaded on the quiet snow of emotions
carrying joys of ascending notions


listened to the unsaid words of whispers
hushing forgotten mysteries out of tears


distancing the adorned fields of imagination
inspiring finest visions of life's complications


called dreams to open doors to upcoming inspirations
resisting glimpses of the bewitching temptations