Dreams, Life, Musing, Poem

Idyllic

               Sometimes ,

               When I am on the verge of breaking down,

               My mind would drift far to a place so idyllic,

               Would I be the lucky one to roam its beauty,

               Would I have a moment to inhale its pure air,

               And swim along the silver and golden fishes

               in its crystal clear water, heaven knows how,

               Idyllic it is that I'd never know the differences

               of day and night, for both have equal beauty.

               The stars are diamonds that brighten up the night,

               The sun is ever giving and ensuring life to go on,

               This is where I yearn to be, in an idyllic place,

               Where flowers smile everyday and happiness
               is everywhere, everything a stunning beauty.


My dream of dreams,
Balqis Part and Parcel of Life
Sunday 22nd May '11