On dreamer's hill I often sit,
And let the fantasies appear,
By gentle coaxing, the mind is lit,
With images so very clear.
I travel off to another time,
And browse amongst each fertile thought,
To find a dream that's of such prime,
Which all imagination's caught.
To unknown scenes, I sally forth,
Encountering people who there abide,
And whether it's of calmness or of wrath,
One never cares, one can simply glide,
Along in the dream which has constant flow,
For no action of mine can alter one mite,
The way I'm transported, and I never know,
On dreamer's hill, my next dream's flight.
© Ernestine Northover
A blissful poem Ernestine, such a dreamy write. This is one to keep for certain. Love, Andrew xx
i think the fact that you're a painter is why you have such awsome imagery in your work. this poem i think is best read in pjs, with hot chocolate and a notebook, and sitting on the roof. thats what i feel like doing when i read this. i think dreams are kinda like chocolate. yummy, soothing, something to look foward to...now i want chocolate :) hearts gina
Where would we be without dreams and dreamers? Keep travelling and browsing, dear Ernestine! Love, Esther : ]
A splendid write, Dreamers are what makes the world have hope. Patricia
And we are to reach a wonderful view from here, thankyou darling for this poem of deep feeling, Love Duncan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, what a beautiful piece, lovely writing, sincerely, Seán