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
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Written on 2010-04-03 at 13:48
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