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Sweet Dreams of Wonder

Poetry By: TheBlankThought
Poetry



Thoughts of dreams.


Submitted:Aug 16, 2011    Reads: 23    Comments: 3    Likes: 1   


Inhale, feel the intoxicating air lazily enter my lungs.
The sun kissing my eyelids, murmuring for me to awaken.
The swaying trees, wave back and forth, gracefully.

Bizarre colors, millions I have never seen, grow, forming into pools and then oceans, finally engulfing me in it's sweet scents and tastes.
Such sweet scents that fill my nostrils, such as the look in your eyes, and the sound of your crystal voice.
I taste your laugh, so delicious and exciting. I feel your thrumming heartbeat and feel mine answer your's enthusiastically.

They join in a melody much sweeter than any sound, and create an orchestra of emotions so rich it brings tears to my listening eyes.
With each eager second, there is an answering silence that swirls dreamily around my head, making me enter into another world.
Making me seep deeper into love and bewilderment.

Singing Icebergs, confused glass mirrors, and blazing owls.
Rolling suns, floating clocks, and happy oceans.
Perplexed cities, eager Hot Air Ballons, and baffled robots.

My ears are excited, and I draw closer to the magnificent sites.
It's breath is heavy, but it's honest and intriguing.
The boats swim happily through the sky, sweeping wisely through the clouds.

Spaceships tunnel through the water, exploring it's forbidden and forgotten depths.
The fire is a cool breeze that flows through the waving grass, rippling it's calm pattern.
Summer you are a comforting embrace I desire again and again.

Venturing books, you read my thoughts and interpret my fuzzy dreams.
Hear my concern, and whisk me away gleefully.
Replace my sorrowful sighs with desperate fingers.

Thank you fish, for sharing your fascinating thoughts on the study of lonely bubbles.
I had no idea they were so sad.
Your minds keep me at ease.

All too soon, my lingering eyes open and but the feeling remains.
Mother nature and Jack Frost are keeping a curious watch.
Smiling softly as I descend into the Ocean breeze.

Author's Notes.

I hope my poetry didn't confuse you too bad lol. I was just listening to Owl City. It's such a pretty day outside and I thought, hey, why not make something happy, and relaxing. Hopefully, I accomplished this. Thanks for reading, comment, pls and thanks:]





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