Dreaming of My Eternal Humble Abode Beyond this World

Dreaming of My Eternal Humble Abode Beyond this World

By: Adam M. Snow

 

I close my eyes and vision a world in its pass,

Only I could see of its eternal mass:

Of the wind sparkling with gold,

As if a story unfold-

Of my fantasy coming true,

As I smell the morning dew.

 

I lay here in my ever sleep,

Awake but in dreaming heap.

I am royal; I am but a poor man,

Just living life, this lifeless span.

 

I speak my voice not that of hate,

In this world consumed by fate.

Love and joy rules this realm,

And I still overwhelm.

There's beauty as far as the eyes can see-

This be a place built for me.

Reviews

[LochnezzMonster]

I almost feel myself set in the medieval times as I read this because it brings up a problem I usually see in works of that time period (And the way you write it, sounds like it has come out of the mouth of someone in Pride and Prejudice) - Perhaps a rich man who feels as if there's more to life than what everyone years for- money. I don't know if that was the intent you had in mind but I definitely see that here. I love the middle stanza. It's so relateable and real- brilliantly done, Adam.

[Coyote Poetry]

Beautiful and strong words made the poem a great pleasure to read. The story in the words allow me to vision a morning dew and a better place to be. A very good ending to this outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Daytonight]

Very well done. Keep up the great work.

[Victorious]

Excellent. The piece paints a picture to me. One of overwhelming beauty and appreciation for it.

I especially adored the first stanza. It flowed together so nicely, like a sun kissed waterfall. That place we all journey to, the place of eternal hills or perhaps a blissful place we simply dream. Either one seems like the central idea here and it is wonderfully portrayed.

I loved it. In addition the diction is collected as fantastic like.

Sincerely Livana Lowell (LL)

God bless

[Shelly Braen]

If there ever were words to describe heaven, I believe you've portrayed it gorgeously well. "...wind sparkling with gold..." How marvelous, I can almost feel it twinkling on my skin. It's as if God's eyes sparkle within your heart. Such a wondrous gift to dream such a place. If I could, I would go with you.

[NightShade]

The fortresses of the mind are the most secure in their splendor. Which you have so aptly demonstrated with this lilting piece.

[Spookers]

This is nice. It has a good flow to it. I like the rhyme scheme. Not a lot of people can do it on the spot, so it is nice to meet people who can. Good job

[Becky C Strukamp]

Excellent flow of words. Beautiful poem.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Heavenly. Like the final chapters of the book of Revelation.