Dreams

Take me, beautiful dreams, take me,
to a corner in the garden of my mind,
where the honeysuckle winds lazily
and the fruits of the vine, plump in the sun.

Show me, beautiful imagination, show me
how the drum of aircraft spell my name
in loops, as birds swoop to the tune from bees
busily carrying loads of gods filled nectar

Lead me, oh saviour of sweet filled dreams,
show me the blousy, drenched purple fig
bursting through skin, to drip and to scent
the air with ambrosia, just heaven lent.





Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-04-03 at 13:48

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J. E.
Beautiful hymn to the power of the human mind!
2010-04-05


Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Hi Elle...loved the poem, with one exception...don't think
the drum of aircraft fits in with all the beauty of nature which
you so ably described...
hope you don't mind the critique

xxx Stan
2010-04-04


Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Hi Elle...loved the poem, with one exception...don't think
the drum of aircraft fits in with all the beauty of nature which
you so ably described...
hope you don't mind the critique

xxx Stan
2010-04-04


Willem
very good, The poem makes me miss my childhood summers!
2010-04-03


shells
Loved your ripe and blousy descriptives and the clever final three words.
2010-04-03


NicholasG
Fine and timely writing on Spring and perhaps Easter.
Thanks,
xox Nick
2010-04-03