Garden i dream of

This is the only poem where I had tried Imagery...

Pleasant dream revisits me every night,

bringing on me a gentle smile as i remember it,

i find myself there in the blissful garden,

transported by mere thoughts as if by magic.

 

Delightful pixie's fly around,

awakening me gentlly  to the delightful perception,

trees of crystal sparkle in the pleasent sun,

bearing on them fruits of glittering silver.

 

Suprised, I walk a little further,

a sight more enchanting enthralls,

little fairies,with wings of rainbows,

flying around, playing a defightful game.

 

the stream that flows near,

beautiful as a diamond,

catching the light,

throwing bright sparks around.

 

I stand here, amazed at the beauty,

i wonder if i am dreaming,

nay, I am not, I realise,

when one of the fair creatures,

throws a knowing lovely smile.