03-21-2013, 01:48 AM
A mid-summer night's dream,
beyond this world, a realm
calls to me in whispers
when the whole of me slumbers
except the longing heart,
the wanderer awaiting a start
to a journey into the unknown
as akin as one's own.
Where beauty's everlasting,
blissfulness undying
and joy of simple things
as the sound of gushing springs
where love binds and holds
whatever the eye beholds,
where the wanderer has already
found its sea of tranquility.
Please help me improve my writing, don't know if this can even be called a poem.
beyond this world, a realm
calls to me in whispers
when the whole of me slumbers
except the longing heart,
the wanderer awaiting a start
to a journey into the unknown
as akin as one's own.
Where beauty's everlasting,
blissfulness undying
and joy of simple things
as the sound of gushing springs
where love binds and holds
whatever the eye beholds,
where the wanderer has already
found its sea of tranquility.
Please help me improve my writing, don't know if this can even be called a poem.
~Neena