The Dreamer's Pen

They glitter loud in the daylight,

their names echo in crowded rooms,

their hands collect applause like coins.

They live in the sun where eyes always follow,

where the air is thick with wanting.

And me?

I drift like a speck unseen,

quiet as ash, soft as twilight,

no spotlight to pin me down.

But here’s the truth no one tells them-

dust is everywhere.

It travels farther than banners,

settles deeper than footprints,

holds galaxies inside its smallest grain.

I may look like nothing

to those who measure life in trophies,

but my nothingness

is a whole universe breathing.

And in the stillness,

my power waits like stars in the dark

until it