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I caught a glimpse of a magical sight
Where a beckoning door sparkles with lingering delight.
I took a step, enticed by its mysterious tone
And braced myself for a blissful adventure or risk alone.
Alas! Cold air caressed my cheeks
As I entered the wasteland where decay reeks.
Fear crept not but courage did
For when I saw a light, O Hope! Granted my bid!
So I schlep along and the white light grew bright
And ingress to the Utopia I sought with might.
Then to the rainbow of versicolor, I sat and slid
Trekked to the wonderland with Nymphalid.
Everything’s perfect indeed, in this paradise
Where nature’s beauty reign and lies.
As pixies flew above to braid my hair
And gnomes guard this heavenly lair.
To the barge that flies, I rode next
Gawked in awe I stood without vex
As I saw a much marvelous place of springy blithe
With blooming flowers and towering trees concealing the light.
The barge then flew cloud-high like an eagle that soars,
Then halted in front of the castle dragon who roars.
A prince then came with his princess in hand
Petted the dragon and waved. “Come inside the castle I’m fond,”
With a grin painted in my face, I stared with dazzle
From the castle floor to the wall’s intricate tassel.
Floating, then we tried, like the mystic castle
Full of magic and many things to unravel.
Rapture was killing, so to bed I went
Inside a room with a majestic accent.
I stopped my eyes from closing wholly
For to leave my Utopia, I fear only.
The next thing I heard is the clock’s tick
As I hold a pen and a book with no writings but “think”.
I remembered the place I went that I thought exists
But was an eidolon, a wonderful dream I wouldn’t resist.
I won the wager, and took the risk
I said to myself as I muse and frisk.
Though I wanted to go back, dream or not
To the wonderland, paradise, the Utopia I sought
Then it crossed my mind, the empty book and the pen.
For my Utopia to wert, imagination is the key
So I wrote with devote and began my journey again.
But this time I assure, It’s not a dream but a wonderful place that I can see.
Where a beckoning door sparkles with lingering delight.
I took a step, enticed by its mysterious tone
And braced myself for a blissful adventure or risk alone.
Alas! Cold air caressed my cheeks
As I entered the wasteland where decay reeks.
Fear crept not but courage did
For when I saw a light, O Hope! Granted my bid!
So I schlep along and the white light grew bright
And ingress to the Utopia I sought with might.
Then to the rainbow of versicolor, I sat and slid
Trekked to the wonderland with Nymphalid.
Everything’s perfect indeed, in this paradise
Where nature’s beauty reign and lies.
As pixies flew above to braid my hair
And gnomes guard this heavenly lair.
To the barge that flies, I rode next
Gawked in awe I stood without vex
As I saw a much marvelous place of springy blithe
With blooming flowers and towering trees concealing the light.
The barge then flew cloud-high like an eagle that soars,
Then halted in front of the castle dragon who roars.
A prince then came with his princess in hand
Petted the dragon and waved. “Come inside the castle I’m fond,”
With a grin painted in my face, I stared with dazzle
From the castle floor to the wall’s intricate tassel.
Floating, then we tried, like the mystic castle
Full of magic and many things to unravel.
Rapture was killing, so to bed I went
Inside a room with a majestic accent.
I stopped my eyes from closing wholly
For to leave my Utopia, I fear only.
The next thing I heard is the clock’s tick
As I hold a pen and a book with no writings but “think”.
I remembered the place I went that I thought exists
But was an eidolon, a wonderful dream I wouldn’t resist.
I won the wager, and took the risk
I said to myself as I muse and frisk.
Though I wanted to go back, dream or not
To the wonderland, paradise, the Utopia I sought
Then it crossed my mind, the empty book and the pen.
For my Utopia to wert, imagination is the key
So I wrote with devote and began my journey again.
But this time I assure, It’s not a dream but a wonderful place that I can see.
An old free verse poem of mine about dreams, hope, and imagination. Sometimes, we need to visit our respective Utopias despite the busy world even though it's only in our dreams.
© 2014 - 2024 marSychii
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