Delayed Dream

What happens to a dream delayed?

Does it wither away in the shadows

Like a flower denied the sun's warm gaze?

Or does it linger, a whisper in the corridors of time

Echoing the yearning of a soul confined?

Perhaps it weaves itself into the fabric of being,

A tapestry of hopes, tangled and unseen,

Waiting for the hands of destiny to unravel,

To reveal the masterpiece of a dream's travail.

Does it fester within the heart's chambers,

A silent storm gathering strength?

A symphony of aspirations, unheard,

Lost in the silence of a world that's deferred?

In the quiet chambers of time, I dwell,

A dream deferred, yet still burning bright.

With aspirations hidden, like stars in the night,

Where dreams, though delayed, in my heart swell.

Oh, the calendar pages, ticking away,

In the tapestry of waiting, threads interlace

Marking the moments of my dream's delay.

A vision postponed, seeking its grace.

Ok, In the gallery of hope, my dream's on display,

Brushed with hues of anticipation, in delay.

With each passing day, a chapter unfurls

A story of persistence, in a world of swirls.

Through the echoes of years, it patiently bides,

Wrapped in hope, where patience resides.

Delayed, not denied, it blossoms within

A symphony of aspirations and an unwavering din.

For when the moment arrives, and the stars align,

My delayed dream, in its glory, shall shine.

In the chapters of waiting, a story told,

Of a dream triumphant, resilient, and bold.

In the gallery of time, its frame awaits,

A masterpiece unfolding beyond the gates.

In the hush of time's slow, deliberate stream,

I cradle a dream, a delayed sunbeam.

As the hands of the clock gracefully turn

In the symphony of patience, let your story be told.

My delayed dream, a candle yet to burn.

Oh, delayed dream, take your time to unfold,