September 30, 2006


The distant star gleams,

On a blushing pink sky.

The world seems drowned,

In the lark’s melodious cry.

The trees are ablossom,

With dimpled dainty flowers.

The Dreamy Dryad dreams,

With her eyes gazing afar.

Little Dreams slowly evolve,

From the swirls of the soul.

One by one they emerge,

Crowning the day in gold.

The moon is all aglimmer,

As the sun slowly sets away.

The sky is a hollow of dreams,

Churned by airy hands for the next day.

The fairies flock the rippling pool,

To drink to their heart’s content.

The elixir of life-so sweet so eternal,

Flowing as dreams all along dreamt!

The horizon is drenched,

In velvet purple and gold.

The wind god plays the breeze

Singing tales of new and old!

The Dreamy Dryad beholds with

Her spirit drunk in bliss

As with a sudden sweeping blow,

The sky with stars is kissed.

Magic brewed in the sky, in the land,

An orison is played by nature’s hand.

The Dreamy Dryad whispered along in pray,

“God be blessed, blessed be man!”

Photo :Jim Warren's, 'Nature's little helper'


Javits said...

Okay first to comment

Javits said...

Lovely poem, I like the way you fashion your words., unlike many others you tend to write on a wider prespective.


Sandhya Ramachandran said...

Thanks a million for those really flattering words...

Aprilslady said...

fantabulous!!!Megan Follows is awesome:)

Soupsticks - supriya said...

lovely ....lovely....ah.... iam drinking it all in

Life said...

GOOD one buddy.Nice read with pic.

Sandhya Ramachandran said...

Aprils lady...
:D I know... everything about Anne is awesome!!! :)

Thankoo!!! :)

Thankoo!!! I liked the pic too! :)

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