Elysiums Lost Melody
Become a
Premium Member
and post notes and photos about your poem like Daniel Henry Rodgers.
Enveloped in the allure of dreaming, I find peace, particularly in the early morning hours. Occasionally, on Saturdays, I indulge in the luxury of sleeping in until 7 am, savoring those moments when dreams linger. Despite my usual wake-up time of 4:30 am, the morning dreams hold a special fascination. In this poem, the verses spin a lyrical menagerie of a dreamlike city, where the boundaries between wishes and reality converge, only to disperse with the gentle arrival of dawn. This poem beckons us to reflect on the ephemeral essence of dreams and the intricate dance between imagination and reality. - Daniel
--------------------------
In dreams of yonder, wishes wistfully conceive,
A cradle of lost tomorrows, where shadows sway;
To a realm unseen, where hearts believe,
Past where twilight’s lulling lullabies lay,
A world where reverie and reality secretly play.
Through the veil of verity…
…Aisling nocturnally creates,
Mountains of moonlight, rivers of rhyme,
A world untouched by changing tides and capricious fate.
In this land, where we lose track of all time,
A place where voices harmonize; oh, so surreal, so sublime.
A city of silence, a forest of fears,
The cloud-kissed towers, an ocean of sorrow,
Beneath twilight's gentle, silent tears.
An ephemeral world free of yesterdays and tomorrow,
A dreamscape unfolding where sleep freely borrows.
A tremor runs through castle walls,
A sigh escapes the forest deep,
Twilight's tears turn into calls
Of roosters waking from their sleep.
The ocean's sorrow shimmers pale,
A canvas primed for sun's first brush,
The mountains, caught in morning's veil,
Dissolves to silence, whispers hush.
As a new dawn dances, the dream dissipates,
The illusion shatters, reality reinstates.
For the land was an Elysium delight,
A mere mirage in the moonlit night,
Dissolving in dawn's delicate dance,
…like a mist in morning sacred light.
Fading Starlight sifts through leaves, painting emerald shadows on the ground.
Lost in the morning's mellowness,
a sigh escapes,
the dream departs,
unrenown…
Though dawn reclaims the waking world,
a yearning in my heart resides,
For Elysium's lost melody,
where time and sorrow gently subside.
Copyright © Daniel Henry Rodgers | Year Posted 2024
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment