Maiden Of Dreams Poem by Rex Mathew Mathew

When watered by the richness of Nature's beauty,
My eyes bloom in admiration-
Here, alongside the lotus and the lily
And the flowering sun that smiles the dawn,
Blossoms new sensations- ever so sweetly.

All dressed in yellow and green,
The grass bends forth in humility
To greet all marvels the meadow has seen;
While children play their glorious games,
The tender tree leaves play with the breeze-unseen.

Swans sweep over the soothing stream
While clouds float on the flowing breeze;
As if by some unearthly force, it does seem,
The wet cotton clouds are squeezed to pour forth
Its resurrecting rain to tickle the trickling stream.

Lulled by the nightingale song, I dream
To one day dive in and splash like the frog
And make his crazy funny flips into the stream,
And to one day renew my life to a level so ecstatic
As of a butterfly that kisses a breathing blossom-I dream.

With grateful eyes, I greet God's great blessing-
Nature, sweet healer who with dreams does soothe.
Now, with life and spirit renewed, I pour my offering
To this Divine Beauty- not mere words, but me myself.
'Maiden of dreams, let me die on your lap, dreaming.'