Here I sit and stare,
but now, I close my
eyes in silent prayer.
Colour and light,
wash over me,
ever so bright.
Whispering softly,
telling me of
every delight.
I wish to walk
in fields of grass,
bare feet,
wind whistling,
brushing against
my skin,
these are my
secret thoughts.
I wish to dangle
my feet over a bridge,
the burbling brook
flowing between
my toes,
washing the dirt
of this world away,
these are my
secret dreams.
To close your eyes
is to open your mind,
to the place where
fact and fiction
intertwine.
YOU ARE READING
Dawns mutterings
PoetryCompilation of poems, inspired by natures bounty. We are of the earth, so it is only fitting that it in turn inspires us. Although much of my poetry is in some way inspired by nature this small compilation highlights just how much it impacts all I d...
