I was picking diamonds from the heavens <br />When my hair got tangled with the stars in the breeze <br />Fireflies reached up in glee too, their soft glow dancing <br />Singing our mirth awash with moon-paint, I smiled <br /> <br />Then the night tugged gently, pulling away the sky <br />For the dawn to stroll in, with her show-stopper colors <br />The diamonds in my hands were spilling their brilliance <br />Reaching down to earth, to jewel my silent hopes <br /> <br />I learned to fly with the winds on rapture <br />Their swoosh, music to my hopes on wish-pegs <br />They warm themselves in the summer-sun promises <br />Waiting to burst alive on my future rainbows <br /> <br />Some nomads we pick treasures from the future <br />The skies and nature our only witness <br />We walk with them prized in our hunting bags <br />Carrying hope in its precious revered status...<br /><br />Bindu Vijayan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/picking-diamonds-2/
