Beyond my dreams
Sun, warm upon my skin as I woke from sleep I felt zing, a tingle climbing from my feet seeping up through me to my mouth , a taste so sweet.
Slowly I became aware of my surroundings, beautiful, strange, but how did I get here. It seemed I was in a fairy dell with lacy ivy dressed with silver dew and an enchanted smell.
I stood amid a ruined building that unto a great forest was yielding.The light was streaming in through open doors and windows, portals warming up the grassy floors.
These are not my clothes. I have never had dressed like this , own this dress? I wish!

my dress? I wish!
I wish! Looking up I see the sun and feel as though my life has just begun. Forget the past and all that is real. This my new life this is how I want to feel. I never want to return to the rat run that was my life an invalid, mother and wife.
This is where I ought to be, perfect, peaceful, beautiful me.No I would rather stay here the it is easier than the other place OH! this is so beautiful , gentle happy I feel no fear. It is simple it is clear, I am safe and warm I shall stay here.
As I walk the sweetest scent of flowers dance around my nose, I hear running water outside where a gentle stream flows. I stoop to pick the pretty flowers suddenly I feel sad I know this place is not real but this is the best time I have ever had.
So please don’t wake me , leave me where I am. I’ll come back when I have to.
Feb 03, 2012 @ 17:15:15
Willodot, in your soul you ARE this beautiful princess! Fling wide open those soul-windows and let yourself shine through in your most truly wakeful moments of just BEING–being YOU! (I love this post, love it, love it! The artwork and photos are just right!)
Feb 03, 2012 @ 19:18:37
Thank you, that is all fine until I look in the mirror or see my walking stick! hey ho! sorry I had to say it. xxx
Feb 03, 2012 @ 20:52:20
I have some very beautiful walking sticks twirled about with the grooves left from encircling vines, I would have you to know! Innovation in spirals and sticks is the key here!
Feb 03, 2012 @ 21:12:07
You are right, as ever I was just a little raw earlier!! Big girl now behaving as big girls should!xx
Feb 03, 2012 @ 20:35:19
“This is where I ought to be, perfect, peaceful, beautiful me.”
don’t wake me either cause this poem is dreamy
Feb 03, 2012 @ 20:38:16
If only, if only. Thank you for liking the poem.
Feb 05, 2012 @ 00:08:28
There is nothing like the
sweetness of a delightful
dream 🙂
Androgoth XXx
Feb 05, 2012 @ 09:27:01
No you are right it is always disappointing when you awake to the hard cold world of what we see as reality. I often wander if the good dream is real and this life we live is the fantasy?? xx
Feb 05, 2012 @ 08:32:28
beautiful
Feb 06, 2012 @ 03:48:21
I feel myself retreat and rest while reading this. Such a sweet fantasy!
Feb 06, 2012 @ 08:40:31
Yes sometimes we find it a real wrench to return to this life, do you agree VW XX