Within this dream,
a subconscious desire
for peace and beauty.
A daydream of sorts,
transporting me to a place
wished for secretly
within my heart.
Upon a cobblestone path
a horse-drawn carriage
travels the streets
of a simpler day and time.
There are no cars rushing
to meet the destiny of their day,
nor is there haze to block
the brilliance of the sun.
Releasing combs of ivory,
my hair falls softly to my shoulders.
The gray of today,
replaced with the beauty of yesterday.
Brushing the ground as I walk,
my gown of pink satin and white lace
seems to whisper
Enjoy . . . .
this is your time.
For this brief moment
This . . . .
is your reality.
I stand within a garden
of beautiful flowers.
Their beauty
of such magnificence,
I hesitate to touch
the velvet of their petals
for fear they will
fade from my sight.
Scattered amongst boulders,
of black and gray,
they leave their fragrance
upon the summer breeze.
As in my youth, the worries of today
no longer have a place within
a heart that is free to dream.
I enjoy the landscape
I have now found
to be of such comfort.
Majestic Weeping Willows
bend gracefully
to touch the shoreline
of a lake of emerald blue.
I watch as children skip stones
upon the face of the water
and swim joyfully
within its cool depths.
Swans glide effortlessly
upon its clarity.
Their beauty enhanced only by
the reflection of themselves
swimming within the ripples
left behind by the children's play.
The Willows whisper,
''Do not forget this place.''
Dressed in the period of the day,
are the people of my dream.
Figures walking silently
within the beauty of the moment.
A hand lightly placed
within the hand of another.
Our eyes meet as we pass.
Soulful . . . . kind . . .
they seem to beckon me
to stay within this place of solitude.
It is understood that to remain
in this field of dreams
there are to be no spoken words.
I wonder what has brought them here.
Are they Dream Walkers, such as I?
Was this also to be
their place of quiet retreat?
The veil of unconsciousness
that transported me here is lifting.
I know I must awaken
to face the reality of the day
and somehow keep reaching
for the promise of tomorrow.
Thank you for being a part of my fantasy.
I wish for you , the peace and beauty
that this Dream Walker has found
within the magic of a dream.
May you carry with you in your reality
every dream that has made
you smile upon awakening.
A dream is a wish your heart makes?
I wish for all of you my friends,
happiness always
and the joy of a beautiful dream.
Original by Lesa Gay
aka
Aspiring Angel
Feedback Treasured
Brought to Poetry Poems
August 14, 2017
This write has been edited over and over again
throughout the years. It was my very first attempt at writing.
Thinking of course it was wonderful, LOL, I submitted it
to an AOL site entitled have your writing critiqued.
They tore me to shreds. LOL So much so, that I felt
I should not even attempt to write on a brown paper bag
and did not try again for many years.
If it had been constructive criticism, even all those years ago,
it would have been less hurtful, and accepted.
This was mean and nasty deliberate.
Someone having fun at the expense of another.
I know it was not good.
Heck it could be much better as it stands today.
We all have to learn and gain confidence and inspiration,
and we do that by being a part of a poetry home.
Feedback is such a very important part of the growth of a writer.
That is why I treasure each feedback I receive
as well as the friendships I have made on my journey.
