Land of Dreams

this can be seen two ways: 1. a land in imagination or 2. childhood disappearing as we grow older (going from young wit many things to older and having to get everything yourself but not being able to get everything u want.)

 

Land Of Dreams

 

There is a place,

Of which I dream.

 

Far away from here,

Is where it lies.

And I fear the distance is growing.

 

It has been a while,

Since I have gone,

And I miss it with much sorrow.

Will I ever return to this beloved place?

 

In this land,

My dreams come true,

And become all that I want.

Every time.

It won’t happen anywhere else if I lose this place.

 

This land now disappears,

As I grow older,

More sophisticated, mature.

Showing me that I can’t get everything I want anymore.

 

I wish to return,

But the years have torn my memories,

And I never created a map.

 

I can never travel back through the years….

Reviews

[Justin Tobey]

I feel exactly the same way. I used to draw intricate maps and magic spells on pieces of paper, but I haven't in years. All my creative energy is being focused in things that are more realistic, instead of things that I want. I find that it helps to look back at those old drawings and papers to remember the feelings.

As for the poem, you did a good job relating that sorrow at leaving those feelings and imaginary places behind. When you described your "place," I got really vivid imagery about an island somewhere. I don't know if that's my overactive imagination or your writing, but you did a great job. :-)

[Lyra H]

I'm so terrified of this, I'm 14 and I can see how my dreams are becoming less creative...remember that, while growing old is inevitable, growing up is optional...