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Special Dreams

I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida with my wonderful cat Sid.

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Special dreams,

that come -

on the grayest of winter days.

When the north winds blow

and I close my eyes,

laying back -

as music plays.

It takes me away,

to the place I want to be,

where green fields,

like emeralds shine

and colorful flowers bloom.

Where the skies are always sapphire blue

and the golden sun shines brightly.

White cotton clouds floating by,

where there are country roads,

lined with tall pines

and the wind whistles through,

singing a happy tune.

At the end of the road,

sheep would graze

and life’s so mellow and slow -

never a worry or doubt.


Special dreams,

can take me there,

where there is color everywhere

and the winter snows don’t dance about.

Strolling,

along quiet rivers,

flowing softly along,

with weeping willows

and tall oak trees,

along the banks -

the beauty of nature all around.

Away from the gray and dreary,

all the ice and frozen snow,

far away in special dreams,

down country lanes,

along lakes full of ducks -

wildflowers and meadows,

so much to make me smile.


Special dreams,

take me to the days,

when we were two.

The icy cold days,

did not matter,

as long as my hand was in yours.

Tender kisses,

as snowflakes danced around

and our footsteps side by side –

walking through a winter wonderland.


Special dreams,

taking me away,

to a place I wish to be,

just me drifting along,

leaving the winter far behind -

in my very special dreams.

© 2018 Gypsy Rose Lee

Comments

Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on October 21, 2018:

Thank you, Mark. Orbison songs often inspire.

Thank you, M Umar

Thank you, Shauna.

Thank you, Bill.

Mark Tulin from Ventura, California on October 18, 2018:

A beautiful poem that leads us right into Roy Orbison’s sweet song. Thanks

Umar from Pakistan on October 18, 2018:

Very close to nature... Fantastic

I can imagine how beautiful that place would be.

Shauna L Bowling from Central Florida on October 18, 2018:

Rasma, I love your special dreams. I was riding right there with you, especially along the weeping willow lined road.

Your muse is taking advantage of your emotions and putting out some very beautiful work, my friend.

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on October 18, 2018:

A very nice place to be as winter settles in. Lovely poem Rasma!

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