With Eyes Closed - A Poem
Travel in the speed of Imagination
The Story Behind
I am a dreamer and I dream of beauty all the time. My mind records various sights, sounds and smells of everyday and plays it when I need inspiration. Sometimes it mixes and matches sounds, scenes, smells and tactile experiences to perfection, and blends them into poetry when I close my eyes.
It is my plan to have a collection of these poems here. This isn't the first of the dreamer's visions, I will be linking the others very soon to have an easily accessible collection of poems.
Thanks for reading them. I would love to hear what you think of this in the comment section. Thank you..
With Eyes Closed
With eyes closed,
To exotic lands I journey,
The sun softly illuminates the landscape,
As if enchanted,
The scene takes on a brighter hue.
A gentle breeze caresses my face,
Tender warmth rushes up to my cheeks,
As flowers sway to the gentle rhythm.
I submit to the sensuous pleasure,
Of the velvety grass beneath my feet,
Blissfully sighing, my gaze turns upward,
To spy the cumulus clouds floating,
In their joyful parade,
Vainly taking selfies,
In the placid lake below,
Airily rearranging themselves,
For yet another.
The voices of children playing,
Now mingled with the chattering of squirrels,
Blending melodiously with the exuberant gurgle,
Of a distant sparkling brook.
The fragrance of the flowers,
Kissed by the sun and butterflies arise,
Dripping nectar from the heart,
And dizzying to the gyrations,
Of the bumble bee within.
With my eyes closed,
I paint a picture perfect scene,
Colored by emotions,
Scented with the aroma of my dreams,
Highlighted with the brush of ecstasy,
Birthed in the dreamer’s mind.
With eyes closed,
To heaven I am transposed.
Are you a Dreamer?
Do you consider your dream poetic material?
© 2018 Dawn