I dream of electric nights filled with dazzling snowflakes of
delicate beauty.
I dream of verdant gardens that are as green as the sweet flowing
genesis of Eden.
I dream of fiery flowers that suddenly transform into feathery,
lyrical words.
I dream that I'm drifting like a small, yet sturdy, boat on the vast, deep blue seas of poetry
I dream of a white, child - like innocence that can purify this
weary, wanton world.
I dream of rainbows stretching across the misty, clouded, pale blue
skies of time.
I dream of winds which bring angels and wild, exotic birds to us from ethereal realms.
I dream of Love that soars like a dove over the abyss which tries to
devour us.
I dream of a myriad golden songs and hymns that echo throughout the
slow centuries.
And I dream of you and your tender, blissful kisses which illuminate
mundane days.
I love this poem. Every line so meaningfully rich and poetically sublime. I dream of poetry such as yours, crossing the bridges of time being appreciated by a world so lost in their slime. Its become dangerously ignorant, deaf and blind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A more than well written poem that is a pure a joy to read with a conclusion to most admire. Dreams are so tricky to write about for how far can one go without losing perspective. Maybe losing one's writing perspective is the answer. You achieve and deliver so much in your dreaming poem. Full marks and happily bestowed. Thanks for sharing your most poetic imagination Dominic. I wish you well.