Fleeting Dream

When the subconscious is at work, returning to reality is truly a nuisance.

The breeze calm and kind

In the low hill find.

Hear the wind whistling

From the leaves waving.

Soft grass a cushion

T’is a nature’s fashion.

 

Above the blue sky

The free birds do fly,

Their songs fill the air

With gai’ty and fair.

Such a pleasant sight

To behold in light.

 

And watch the great feat

Of the fair Naiad beat

Upon the earth stage.

I had been engaged

To witness encore

Only gods can score.

 

See her dance lightly

With artful dainty

The soft grassy sea.

Her arms wave fairly

Fabrics of silver do trail

Her form without fail.

 

And such a bother

When I be sober.

All this good things gone

When this dream is done.

So the break of morn

I do greet with scorn.

Reviews

[Patricia Williams]

I loved the imagery. Dreams really are so ethereal - you captured that so well. :)

[NA]

Excellent piece...enjoyed :) x

[martinRFR]

thanks for appreciating this composition...

[Kristin Lee]

This was very creative. That place of dream where things are fantastically freeing, warm and light is a wonderful place to get lost. And it truly is a nuisance to have to return to reality where life is cold, sterile and hard.

[martinRFR]

glad that my composition appeased you...

[Onku Ghosh]

Good write!!!!I Interesting.Dreams have such a hold in our lives......

[martinRFR]

thanks for reading.. dream a lot they say, but its in the real world it matters most.. even still, i despise being yanked out of the dream world to face the practical one...

[Leslie Philibert]

a nice write, well put together..

[martinRFR]

thanks for reading...