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
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Morpheous is the god of dreams
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Comments5
You took me into my very own dream of reading such poetic verse. Wow wow loved your first stanza for the imagery I do love the clouds, a superb poem. You should definitely take a bow sir. Wonderful.
Once again Teddy you humble me. Thank you for your most generous comments
on the edge of dreams
where poetic imagery
is delivered exquisite
abundant in each line...
so well written dear Poet
(vividity at its refined finest)
Thank you L.B. your encouragement is most appreciated
Aah, this read is magical with its created tone, rhyme and flow as they all weave into the write that provides beauty of the dream. Well done!
Thank you so much for your support and most kind words.
Good write SB.
Thanks Orchi
Wonderful words soren, I was taken there as well.
Andy
Thank you so much Andy I appreciate your comments
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