The Land Of My Dreams

Tonight, I will journey within the land of my dreams.  This dream, a conscious wish for peace and beauty.  A daydream of sorts, transporting me to a place wished for secretly within my heart.



Upon a cobblestone path a horse-drawn carriage travels the streets of a simpler day and time. There are no cars rushing to meet the destiny of thier day, nor is there haze to block the brilliance of the sun.



Dressed in the period of the era, my hair is drawn back with combs of ivory.  The gray of today, replaced with the beauty of yesterday.  Touching the ground, my gown, of pink and lace, compliments, a once again, slender body.  I stand in a garden of beautiful flowers.  Their beauty of such magnificence, I hesitate to touch the velvet of their petals for fear they will fade from my sight.  Scattered amongst boulders, of black and gray, they leave their fragrance upon the summer breeze.  The wonder of this place has allowed me to once again see myself in youth.



Strolling aimlessly, I enjoy the landscape I have now found to be of such comfort.  Majestic Weeping Willows bend gracefully to touch the shoreline of a lake of emerald blue.  I watch as children skip stones upon the face of the water and swim joyfully within its cool depths.  Swans glide effortlessly upon its clarity.  Their beauty enhanced only by the reflection of themselves swimming within the ripples left behind by the children's play.  The Willows whisper, "Do not forget this place."



Dressed also in the period of the day, are the people of my dream.  Figures walking silently within the beauty of the moment.  A hand lightly placed within the hand of another.  Our eyes meet as we pass.  Soulful, kind, they seem to beckon me to stay within this place of solitude.  It is understood that to remain in this "Field of Dreams" there are to be no spoken words.  I wonder what has brought them here.  Are they Dream Walkers, such as I?  Was this also to be their place of quiet retreat?



The veil of unconsciousness that brought me here is lifting.  I know I must awaken to face the reality of the day and somehow keep reaching for the promise of tomorrow.  Thank you for being a part of my fantasy.  I wish for you in reality, the peace and beauty that this Dream Walker has found in the stillness of a dream.  

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The day has been long, the world has shown no mercy, and I am in need of an escape for the weariness of my soul.  As I do so many times where there is no where to turn, I resort to trying to share my feelings in written form.  Please join me in a fantasy of the heart.  You will find no rhyming words, form my be far from correct, but the pictures from my soul will become clear if you can look beyond all of that and just feel.  Feel the quietness, the beauty, and the hope of a world that once was, but now exists only in a past era.  This is the first I am posting to this site.  It is my hope that my fantasy will take you to a place of peace. Remember, a dream is a wish your heart makes.  Wish often, dream big!

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chris's picture

What, no carousel? I thought for sure there would be one, somewhere. I know you like them. Anyways, I love the images here. The simplicity of it is great. There is no right or wrong form.

Karyn Indursky's picture

Love it.l I wanted to go to the land of where dreams co exist. I'd love to know what happens when people go to sleep and what makes them dream what they do.

darkpool's picture

Very pretty, Lesa. Thanks for sharing your fantasy. As long as we wonder, and appreciate beauty, kindness and love, we are forever young.

Ken

vjochum's picture

Lesa I do love THE LAND OF YOUR DREAMS. This was beautiful. Personally for myself, I most enjoy reading pure portraits written from someones heart. Which this piece truely is. I also have a poem in which a Willow Whispers to me. It is titlted, REMEMBER ME?..My Whispering Willow..
It is not about beauty, although that tree is and was most beautiful to me. I hope you'll read it.

Douglas Lazard's picture

I also dream of a simpler place and time. I often think that I was born about two hundred years too late! These are the thoughts that lead me to sleep each night!
A wonderful dream, Thank you for letting us be a part of it!
Peace and love ~~~~ Dougie ~~~

Helen Schmidt's picture

Lesa,

"A dream is a wish your heart makes." I quote this from your comments regarding your lovely poem and I am in complete agreement. This poem is written straight from your heart, I am sure, and it took me to a place of peace and tranquility . . . a land of dreams. Thanks for taking me away for a few moments! Well done!

Helen

Kristine Snow's picture

Again, we travel to the days of our youth! In the same vein as Antique but much more elegantly put! Thank you. Nice to know I am not alone.

Kris

IKARE's picture

Lesa,
The words that you have written here are very inspiring to an artist, they are so descriptive, and inviting. I can really "feel" the places that you are describing. You seem to have a way with graphic words. Keep up the good work! IKARE

ugonna's picture

Something powerful and
creatively mysterious
draws me into the bossom
of this:
"Land of My Dreams",
uniquely Lesa's!

Dreams to ponder. Thoughts
to cherish. Riddle and hope
to dream. A dream walker's
fantasy: all abound. And
fires me on because:

"Soulful kind, they
seem to beckon me to
stay within this
place of solitude
..."

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!

Ugonna

Megan Leigh Ellyson's picture

quite interesting piece. quite enjoyable....