Dreamland Delights

In the land where whispers jest and play,
Guided by wisdom’s kindly crest.
Joyful frolics in the air,
Love’s glow shine, beyond compare,
Peaceful trance, our hearts at rest.

Gladness sings in merry refrain,
Escaping Worries, freeing from strain.
Strong bonds, like trees tall,
Passion sparks, inspiring all,
Imagination’s flight, a delightful train.

In this dreamy realm, colours bright,
Skies painted in day’s and night’s light.
Clouds shaped like creatures, grand and bold,
Rainbow flowers, a sight to behold,
Mythical beings, laughter taking flight.

Sensory treats, oh so sweet,
Giggling streams, under our feet.
Waft of cookies, freshly made,
Soft grass tickles, in our glade,
In this realm, where wonders greet.

Riding unicorns, up high we soar,
Caves of treasure, endless more.
Tea parties with beings, joy so bright,
Adventure, laughter, clear delight,
In an idyllic realm, let’s delve into.

Bliss of joy and wonder, always pour,
In this site where dreams come true.
No fear or worry, just smiles and cheer,
In this ground, let’s journey, my dear,
For in dreamland, skies are ever blue.

Dreamed up by, AN.

Blank as snow,
my mind has resigned—
Not from frail nerves,
but from the loss of momentum.

My fingers wrestle with the pen,
my hand clings to the laptop.
Open the tap—
Let even a drop fall.

Inspire me,
that I might inspire others.

Little by little,
a mighty ocean will stir,
erupting—
Breaking every bound.

Tap the keys, O hand.
Sketch the thoughts, dear fingers.
Just let the mind ignite—
Rome will be built, for sure.

Not unaliving,
but ensuering,
a cure will be found.

Being in the mind?
Feeling behind.

Just going beyond!
Feeling cried.

You are in the bathroom,
Fixing your hair the way you like it.

The steam from your shower
is setting into the bedroom now.
I can smell your shampoo.

The skylight casting an early summer glow
across the tiny water droplets speckling your skin
makes you look studded with rhinestone.

The subtle shifting of your weight
creates a curve in your side
and as you drop your hip and bend your knee,
I think for a moment,
that you look like art.

That moments like these are what inspire
The greatest artists in the world.

That I might be like them
if you were my subject,
But I am too busy loving you
To lift a paintbrush.