Within the stitched confines of my pillow
The pleasures of karats golden engage me
Emerging in a dance of exaggerated slow motion time
Through pleasured palaces of my nocturnal mind
Only this abode shall they inhabit
Scorning facts mottled in daylight's patchwork reality
Existing fleetingly, only in this node of blanketed security
Even direst straights are righted
In those rushed moments of awakening
Realitie's doors I'll breach with imagination's impunity
To roam the endless fields of gilded dreams
Dwelling in the hush of endless fertile imagination
To sleep, to reap pleasures never in light near you
Nascent wanderer, sleep tight
very descriptive and well-written...ZZZzzz
Ron
delve the depths of your fertile mind
to create poems like this! Thank you Jon!
Love,
ET
Abdi-Noor
and wakening up to a new day.
Excellent write Jon
Ron
this is outstanding... sweet dreams now!
Christine
Sweet drifts of surrender!!! ahhh Love This!!.....very nice
I floated on your imaginations of those pleasured palaces of poetic expressions you have posted here :)
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie