Helium

Still dreaming

Hazelnut tasting flowers
fall into the dancing stream
and the laughing trees around us
tell us this is all a dream,
but they speak with such
a gentle tongue
that I cannot be brought down
from the helium filled happiness
floating through a silver cloud.

From here I can see starry skies
singing to a smiling day,
and the laughing, checkered lollipops
greet this lone run-away.
In this land of complete make believe
I cannot be brought down
to be amongst the bitter, jagged rocks
that sleep
beneath the ground.

These moments are made of polka-dots
and fly around like butterflies
and my fears get caught up in the wind
after I kiss them all goodbye,
because In this moment I am more than free
I cannot be brought down.
The violet doves are the angels
in this heaven I have found

Tired silver flowers
close their eyes and say goodnight.
It's time for me to wake from these
little fantasies of mine,
but with imagination still so alive
I cannot be brought down
from the helium filled happiness
we can only dream about.

Author's Note

Please let me know what you think. Thank you

Reviews

[WiLL i e]

This piece took me along a peaceful journey. I can never take enough of those. Nice work

[AtticusBlack]

I read stuff on here and I sometimes think that proper imagery was dying out in people's modern poetry, whereas here you proved me properly wrong. Nice one, loved it :)

[Distant horizons]

Beautiful landscape you painted so vividly

[Eagle Cruagh]

It`s a ladies poem and that`s good, but
I don`t understand a lot of it.
I think it is light hearted and gentle.
'very well written
---- John