Dreaming Of Bliss

When I was young

I dreamt of a heavenly kingdom

I walked out of a white palace, and a set of French doors

The sky was painted in every shade of red, orange, and yellow

Dawn had just risen

The grass was tall

So tall, that it appeared to kiss the sky

The newborn sun soaked through my innocent cheeks

And let me shine with her

In my days of doubt

I return to my kingdom

In hope for innocence and bliss

Even 9 years later

I can still see my land

As clear as the painted sky.

Reviews

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Well-written, Megan... Your poems seem to have lovely endings, I noticed. :)

[Ruth]

Lovely work! This is layered with beauty x

[M. Stein]

this is so beautiful, very well writen

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All I can say is WOW here! Some awesome visions created Megan:)

[MsJewel]

What would life be without our dreams...

You have created some lovely images here. I enjoyed reading this very much.

:) Julie