A dream I once had dreamed.
A poem.
I sat nervously pondering
what I would write next,
That flashing line before me
screaming loudly for more text.
I took a breath and tapped the keys,
my mind a static choir.
Then closed my eyes and cleared my head,
Releasing cleansing fire.
As the weight of my anxiety
began to fade away,
The air around began to form
a musical bouquet.
The soothing hum of violin
began to fill my ears.
The giggle of a happy child
transformed the atmosphere.
Joining in the orchestra
of pure, unfiltered sound,
A piano & a voice arose,
these flowers now a crown.
My mind was now at ease
completely wrapped in this expression,
And for a moment I was sure
I’d heard the song of Heaven.
The garden of my mind now clear,
I was reminded of the dream.
The dream of endless artistry,
a building bursting at the seams.
And here I sat, at my desk,
staring at a screen,
Smiling that this was it,
the dream I once had dreamed.
About the Creator
Kaitland Taflinger
Just someone who loves using words to write worlds.
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