On the edge of a dream

I never felt I belonged on the ground

a balloon in a bush of thorns

Ah, that I were a cloud looking down

a silk cocoon wrapped in a blue blanket that warms

Held in the arms of the sun

I would float on the wings of ethereal dreams

Lifted by the breeze, joining it as one,

in a strawberry sky, feeding on rainbow beams

Bathed in a shower of stars

Rinsed by the light of the moon

Dried by the passionate heat of Venus and Mars

Enchanted in unconditional love's womb

by a sirenic Morpheous tune

Author's Note

Morpheous is the god of dreams

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Beautiful poetry Soren. Relatable. I have lived a fair bit of my life with my head up in the clouds or star gazing. That’s what dreamers do. Wonderful imagery, flow and soft rhyme. My kind of poem.

Chris

[Soren]

Thank you Chris I appreciate your review and most kind words.

[Ken Simm.]

Such words, such concepts. Indescribably beautiful and classic.

[Soren]

Thanks Ken for your humbling comments.