My Heart Lives in a Dream by Kenneth LauThere is that place
That has persisted in my dreams since I was a child
So serene
With a beauty that matures as I do
With the vastness of the heavens
Rolling hills
Tall grasses
Just waiting to cushion my fall
As I surrender to the joy surrounding
So that I may see the sky above
Which mixed with its beautiful blue
Holds a hint of late afternoon gold
The scent of distant pine
Floods my nostrils
I am so vividly aware
As I watch the clouds inch across my piece of sky
A faint rushing of nearby waters beckons
It is the time for me to finall quench my thirst
So I make my way through the tendrils
Towards the crystal stream
And bend over to drink
Having been refreshed, I gaze
Into the water beneath me
And my face is perfectly reflected
Suddenly, next to mine
The outline of a new face begins to take shape
For such a world of enchantment
And utter happiness would not be complete
Without someone with which to share it
And so my heart has brought him here
At last we get our day together
The sun bathing us
Warming our bare backs
As we roll together down the hills
And seek out those far away trees
That we may climb them together too
And look out over this dreamland in all its splendor
As we sit up high on a massive branch
Locked tightly in each other's arms
I swear I can hear a faint melody
That brings a tear to my eye
For this is true perfection
Voices now boom from above
And they frighten me
We run as fast as our fictitious legs will go
Trying to elude shades of reality
Clinging to all that is truly real
Those emotions I deeply feel
But that shadows win
First fades the scent
Then the magic
Of my beautiful land
Then the purity of the sky
And finally, the eyes
Fading gracefully, like the sparkle
Of a diamond with no more light
And awake to nothing but tears of sorrow. 08/31/2004 Posted on 08/31/2004 Copyright © 2024 Kenneth Lau
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Maureen Glaude on 09/01/04 at 04:26 PM this reminds me of Shadowlands, the movie and book based on C.S Lewis, and the land in the painting that reminds him of a rural stretch somewhere in England he can't identify, but years to see again, that seemed like somewhere he'd been with his mother as a child before she died. Beautiful essence in yours too. |
Posted by Matt Forget on 09/03/04 at 03:39 PM I'm putting this one with my favorites. It's so cute and delicious and so romantic. Enchanting is a nice word for it. I love your poetry. :) Great work! |
Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 11/04/04 at 07:29 PM You paint a lovely poem, Kenneth. I smelled the pine and tasted of the stream. Ahhh, dreams CAN come true. Kyle Anne |
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