In Dreams

Summer 2012 007

As he lay dreaming

his muses were at play

they crept into his mind

with colorful flowers and butterflies


so much to delight the eye

as he slept a smile was on his face

and the sweetest melodies

filled his ears


the poet slept on

unaware that a new inspiration was born

it came in the dead of night

and left in the early morning light


when the sun broke his sleep

bleary eyed he sat and wondered

where did this sudden inspiration

fill his very heart and soul


he picked up a pen and notepad

and it was as if his hand

knew more than his mind

and the paper filled


it filled with thoughts

of meadows of wild flowers

the highest mountains

and lovely waterfalls


on paper was created

a world that seemed like a paradise

and the poet read in delight

while the muses clapped their hands


they had worked the whole night through

and the poet had dreamed wondrous dreams

now he had written from the heart

that which had filled his very thoughts


oh, he knew it was the work of his muses

and he loved each one

the one that created, the one that loved

and the one that made his dreams a reality


About Rasma R

I live in Riga, Latvia. I was born in N.Y.C. Love to write articles and poetry. Instruct people in the English language. Live in the suburbs with my husband Martin and my wonderful cat Sid. I love rock and roll, cooking, reading, poetry and traveling.
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