Traveling 'mid sunlight's gleam,
he stops, surveys, and sighs,
and all reality, it seems
(though torn and fraying at the seams)
then blows away like passing dreams:
he takes up wing and flies.
The cup of fantasy in hand,
he takes a cautious sip,
and finds himself on beach's sand
in some quite distant, wondrous land;
all power is at his command,
now at his fingertips.
In places only he has seen,
he has adventures great,
o'er rolling hills so lush and green,
more verdant than have ever been,
to forests full of bright eyes mean
that glare at him, irate.
At last he finds again the beach.
Another sigh he makes.
Then to the sky his arms outreach,
and to the heav'ns escape beseech.
The outside world-- his mind they breach
and fin'lly he awakes.
-D.B.
Please tell me what you think
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quite finely penned, Dan. You have this interesting way with poems that I find very appealing. . .and this just proves it.
I likey much. 
♠ Lady Elinor
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This is a very finely and most expertly done poem and I immensely enjoyed it! Excellent! Bravo!
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The second stanza is brilliant! Keep up the great work, it's good to see you posting again though I doubt you remember who I am, lol. Great Write! -Liz
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ooo, this is a very good write in deed, love your work!, keep it up
~Chelsey
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