A wanderer's dream

[saeity]

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,
yet as akin as one's own.- I'd lose yet as
Where beauty's everlasting
and blissfulness undying -you could lose an and here
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.

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Please help me improve my writing, don't know if this can even be called a poem.

Hi neena, welcome to the forum rather like this, it has a rather ethereal quality to it, I have made some minor changes to punctuation, and yes it is a poem

saeity.