Treasure Island

Valsa George


A Fading Dream


In my dream, I sailed away
Over the tame waters of a tranquil bay
And landed in a magic isle
Never set foot before by anyone alive

A pleasant retreat of birds and beasts
Far removed from world's dust and heat
A fantasy land with a magic spell
Hidden away at Nature's veiled breast

The sky was rent with songs of birds
The air, smelling of odors sweet
Here and there were exotic blooms
Bulrush, Blue bells and Lavenders fresh

I roamed frivolously from end to end
Of that enchanted land of idyllic charm
With twining creepers and silken grass
Speaking aloud of a perennial spring

My heart leaped in euphoric delight
My senses alerted in ecstatic thrill
My feet moved in an explorer's gait
After the treasures stashed in its caverns deep

I rambled relentlessly through untrodden paths
Feasting on the marvels, my eyes could catch
Arching trees framing a leafy roof
And fruits, ripe and raw, hanging from every bough

As Nature, thus unveiled her bounty before,
My fancy, unfettered took to wings.
I loved my sway over that fairy land
With treasures galore that none could claim

But how suddenly loomed an unwelcome thought
That dampened my spirits and stole my joy
"Will I ever be able to see my folks
To be enmeshed once more in a warm embrace"?

Longingly I looked for a ship skimming the sea
To carry me back to my native land
To get united with all my loved ones
To live a life ever, as lived before

Like a marooned sailor, desperate, as I cried
To alert the ship that sailed away
I heard distinct my husband's anxious query
" Darling, what made you scream so loud"? ? ?

Submitted: Saturday, February 23, 2013
Edited: Saturday, February 23, 2013

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  • Loyd C. Taylor, Sr. (5/30/2014 2:46:00 PM)

    Hello poet friend Valsa. I enjoyed your poem and thank you for the dream of fantasy and adventure, of longing and intrigue. It was great! Thanks for your recent reviews of my work. Loyd (Report) Reply

  • Deepak Kumar Pattanayak (3/5/2014 11:39:00 AM)

    A great imagery..........Valsa.........almost a dream to be realized recedes.............such a great write.......you deserve
    for all your poems more than ten stars.... (Report) Reply

  • Amitava Sur (2/22/2014 7:56:00 PM)

    A lovely imagery. I t says a picturesque place even it's a fairy land feels good only for some time, but the real place of love and liking lies along with the known and loving people only, irrespective of a palace or a mud house..... very nice (Report) Reply

  • Yasmeen Khan (5/9/2013 12:07:00 PM)

    On the wings of imagination you entered the luring land of Nature away from fellow beings but just a true lover of humanity you missed warm embrace, a lovely write...believe sI too could experience ecstasy when reading through your poem. (Report) Reply

  • Maria C. Costa (2/27/2013 5:38:00 PM)

    OH, your senses, your feelings, your imagination have taken you along this voyage through the ocean of words! I You have managed to land again safely and join in your loved ones. I loved it!

    Good luck!

    Maria (Report) Reply

  • Diane Hine (2/25/2013 5:25:00 AM)

    An unpeopled paradise ultimately has no meaning for us. We're nothing without communication - much wisdom and beauty in this poem. (Report) Reply

  • Elena Sandu (2/24/2013 5:18:00 PM)

    Wow! I had a glimpse of true happiness the harmony and the peace of maybe afterlife. But yes how true we are here to care and love it doesn't matter if we touch the harmony or not. We are meant to bring the smiles and so we would not do anything to cause the otherwise. A lovely poem, full of beauty and depth thank you for share. (Report) Reply

  • Www.poemhunter.com/m-d-dinesh-nair-2 Search 2 (2/24/2013 9:23:00 AM)

    This time too you have begun with a good feel but soon have reversed it to render a touch of originality to the utopian land you have been to.
    The last line is very good as your hubby calls you darling and that reflects the equally good world you are living in.
    A poem that illustrates the apt use of poetic devices at your will.... Thanks for sharing Madam Valsa. (Report) Reply

  • Kee Thampi (2/23/2013 8:07:00 PM)

    a metaphor of love
    A fantasy land with a magic spell
    Hidden away at Nature's veiled breast (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren (2/23/2013 3:42:00 PM)

    A beautiful dream which turned into a nightmare. Very well written Valsa, enjoyed reading. (Report) Reply

  • Chandra Thiagarajan (2/23/2013 9:50:00 AM)

    A fantastic dream well described took us along with you, and when you expected the ship to take you back and it sailed away your desperate cry made you come to terms with reality! ! However much we roam in a beauteous land that we do long for our native land is so well brought out in this superb poem 1THANKS! ! (Report) Reply

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