Sleep Travel





My dreams
carry me away
to a land foreign
yet as familiar
as home

flying through
ancient temples
market streets
lush green
and mystical mountains.

I awaken
with tears of joy
and sorrow
for I am not there

until I return
my dreams
will embrace
the far off land
within my heart.


Comments

Unknown saidā€¦
WOW...You are a great poetic Madam...i can relate the latest post...anyway thanks for your comment to my blog..hope to see you again and i will visit your great blog too. have a nice day
Unknown saidā€¦
I do love your poems. So simple and so eloquent. A refreshing change from scratching my head to get meaning from obscure verses, though those have their place, too.
Joanne Olivieri saidā€¦
kliengood - Thanks for the kind words and I will visit again soon as well.

jakill - Thanks so much.
Anonymous saidā€¦
I'm very impressed with you. In more ways than one. What better way to your creativity, than through travel. Especially through the realm of sleep.

Bessye-Visions
Joanne Olivieri saidā€¦
bessye - I'm sometimes more active in my sleep than while awake :)

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