A Peculiar Trade – Poem

I was desperate with hunger

So, I sold my comfort

What a peculiar trade it was

I became rich, but my soul remained poor

But then appeared on horizon

A mysterious little creature

A little boy I saw, smiling like an angel

What a splendid appearance, it was for a trader

“Will you will you please, sell me your dreams?”

My mouth went open, struck with wonder

Was it a joke or a legit offer?

The boy stood curious waiting for an answer

My pack of dreams, was all my soul had

How could I give it away to a lad?

As I collected my words, the boy went sobbing

And my poor soul failed to withstand

So, I handed him my dreams

And returned with empty hands

But he called me, “O mister!

Did you forget your barter?”

My dreamless soul was left appalled

As he handed peace into my empty hands

So with peace I slept

For the very first night

And then happened a miracle

A magical delight

My barren soul conceived

A new dream that night