Morpheous in the Undergrowth

Just a dream

I know it's just ahead
said the buzzing inside my head

The place she would be
that spot where she would wait for me

I could almost see it
smell the fragrance of scented flowers
I had waited for so many hours

Blue skies, white fluffy clouds
fresh cut grass
dragonflies and buttercups

Is that her voice
a melody so sweet and tender
a dream of warm kisses

It's just ahead
all I need to do is rise up
get out of bed

Can you hear gentle waters fall?
over rocks
cascading drops

My hearts beat


Stops

She was always just out of reach

Reviews

[JelliFyshKissUs]

I read this before and thought I had wrote a review, but this must have been one of the writings I read during my hiatus (Yes, I still read...even when I'm not supposed to be here). Love the title. It just screams illusion--one that you hope for with such tenacity that you convince yourself she is just ahead. It hurts the heart to learn of such lost hope, but you've written it with such beauty.

[OT]

the things we want the most are always just out of our reach!! just like in a dream, when you get to the best bit, you wake up!! brilliant read!!! I don't rate things usually but I will for this (a high 90 :p) !

[Lilly]

A great poem - some lovely images...
You have conveyed here so well the idea that what we most desire / what we dream of is just out of reach... 'so close and yet so far'
I enjoyed this write - thank you for sharing it with us

[Kerry O'Connor]

The mysticism of love is well expressed in this poem, with all its yearning and desire for fulfillment. Well written.

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wonderful! isn't it always the way..things in our dreams are just out of reach..loving the title..