My Dear Angel
This poem deals with how dreams are related to our daily lives.........this is my first poem so please if you like it then comment.......any advice is welcomed.....hope you could relate it with yourself.
MY DEAR ANGEL
I was dreaming the dream,
That I dream everyday,
About you,' my guardian angel'.
In my mystic kingdom,
I was the only lad
Where, the wind was whistling,
The trees were dancing,
The clouds were blushing,
With the love bugs romancing
And you were there my angel,
Emerging from the mist of heaven,
Like sunshine on a dark cloudy day.
I saw those beautiful and magnificent wings of yours,
Made up of tiny and blistering
Butterflies in millions.
With that astonishing tiara of yours,
Of golden leaves in autumn,
Leaving me spellbound with the dress of yours,
With all the colors of spectrum.
And your hair with curls as fine as wine
And the eternal sea welcoming you
With the nightingale singing.
But then the real world knocked at my door,
Warning me to stay out of that world,
"Dreams are only dreams, they do not come true" it claimed.
I stepped out from my splendor into my cabin,
I looked out of the window,
I saw only the dark cloudy day,
But no round window through
Which sparkling light could enter and blister my pale body.
"My dear angel, why you never showed off" I complained.
I was again in my mystic kingdom where impossible happens,
With my guardian angel,
Holding me warmly that she never did before.
But then I woke from my deep splendor,
I saw my angel kissing my forehead,
With her fine hair touching my cheeks,
Which felt like velvety rose petals.
I saw my mother who seemed hefty like my angel,
With those miraculous wings.
But then my dreamland knocked at my door and claimed
"Dreams are only dreams' but they do come true".
............................................THE END.......................................................
Note: Actually her mother was the angel and she used to come and kiss her good night and she felt there is an angel...........................I really want your comments so don't hesitate..........xoxo :)
I was dreaming the dream,
That I dream everyday,
About you,' my guardian angel'.
In my mystic kingdom,
I was the only lad
Where, the wind was whistling,
The trees were dancing,
The clouds were blushing,
With the love bugs romancing
And you were there my angel,
Emerging from the mist of heaven,
Like sunshine on a dark cloudy day.
I saw those beautiful and magnificent wings of yours,
Made up of tiny and blistering
Butterflies in millions.
With that astonishing tiara of yours,
Of golden leaves in autumn,
Leaving me spellbound with the dress of yours,
With all the colors of spectrum.
And your hair with curls as fine as wine
And the eternal sea welcoming you
With the nightingale singing.
But then the real world knocked at my door,
Warning me to stay out of that world,
"Dreams are only dreams, they do not come true" it claimed.
I stepped out from my splendor into my cabin,
I looked out of the window,
I saw only the dark cloudy day,
But no round window through
Which sparkling light could enter and blister my pale body.
"My dear angel, why you never showed off" I complained.
I was again in my mystic kingdom where impossible happens,
With my guardian angel,
Holding me warmly that she never did before.
But then I woke from my deep splendor,
I saw my angel kissing my forehead,
With her fine hair touching my cheeks,
Which felt like velvety rose petals.
I saw my mother who seemed hefty like my angel,
With those miraculous wings.
But then my dreamland knocked at my door and claimed
"Dreams are only dreams' but they do come true".
............................................THE END.......................................................
Note: Actually her mother was the angel and she used to come and kiss her good night and she felt there is an angel...........................I really want your comments so don't hesitate..........xoxo :)
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