Dreaming of a Distant Land

Not sure how to describe it..it's about dreaming of a happier place.

As I take this pen in hand,

My heart is dreaming of a distant land.

A land of hope,

A land of wonder,

A land where darkness cannot plunder.

And as my heart so dreams,

My hand is busy drawing wings

So that I may one day fly

Before my withered heart does die

From all these secrets I have kept

And all the tears I have wept.

In this dreamland, there is no pain,

No secrets, lies, or love in vain.

Only hope,

Only love,

Only light, shining from above.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Review]

Good. I think we all have a place like this. Somewhere...
the rhythm is off in a few spots, for example:

Only hope,
Only love,
Only light, shining from above.

there seems to be one too many syllables or something in the last line. I think it would flow better if it were "Only light from up above"
this is just me being picky. it really is a great poem.
Excellent work! Keep writing!
**Review**

[Andrea]

Beautiful and uplifting!! Oh to fly away from our troubles to some distant land

[Ruth]

Through the creative streak, we find there is hope and light! Beautifully aired love, graceful and blissfully woven xoxo

[Robbie~xoxo~]

This is a great vision of an artist. You have captured it well...I see the artist in you, through this poem! Nice write in its simplicity! :)

[Amila Jay]

Great write:)

[Coyote Poetry]

The writer can travel to many places in their imagination and by reading of great journey and other experiences. I like how you express the desire a pen and paper can create. A very strong ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote

[Dayran]

A discernment between the heart and the mind. Where the mind is bound to its natural environment in relationships, the heart flutters to a dreamscape it finds more satisfying. Perhaps the heart disapproves of the way the mind is managing things. The heart of course has a greater scope of experience the way it drifts into everything. The mind is far more limited. A nice poem about learning to deal with new experiences, especially from the gentler sex.

[Dream Weaver]

An enchanting rhyme, imagining
of ones happier place. Nicely done...

[Tasha]

This was so beautiful.
♥ Ta'Shandra

[Muse]

And as my heart so dreams,
My hand is busy drawing wings

This is really melancholy, yet beautiful!