Oh, To Dream

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Imagination floats, full sail
into a dreamy mist,
reality out of focus
delightful course

Beauty wraps my heart
in dream-filled ecstasy
paints my hope
with shades of love

As night falls, the sun
serenades my soul
a symphony of hues
coaxing dream-like slumber.

(For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: dreamy.)

17 thoughts on “Oh, To Dream”

Olga says:

July 28, 2019 at 1:15 pm

Beautiful post, V.J. Just love this verse.

“Beauty wraps my heart
in dream-filled ecstasy
paints my hope
with shades of love” ❤

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  July 28, 2019 at 4:21 pm
  
  Thanks Olga.
  
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simplywendi says:

July 27, 2019 at 7:37 pm

I love the way you described the night……..evening is my favorite part of day…..just like you said – the mix of colors.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  July 27, 2019 at 7:37 pm
  
  Thank you, Wendi
  
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  1. simplywendi says:
    
    July 27, 2019 at 8:23 pm
    
    always my pleasure to visit
    
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Fleur McMorrow says:

July 27, 2019 at 6:45 pm

Love ALL of this, especially the first–I would prefer my cataracts keep reality out of focus on a daily basis, hah 🙂

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  July 27, 2019 at 7:35 pm
  
  Ha ha ha. Thanks.
  
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  1. Fleur McMorrow says:
    
    July 28, 2019 at 12:52 am
    
    Most welcome always!
    
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Tina Schell says:

July 27, 2019 at 5:36 pm

So melodic VJ and your images work perfectly w your verse

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  July 27, 2019 at 5:42 pm
  
  Thanks Tina.
  
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Keith says:

July 27, 2019 at 4:41 pm

VJ, I love the three images you chose to accentuate your words. “The sun serenades my soul.” Terrific end to a wonderful day. Keith

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  July 27, 2019 at 5:42 pm
  
  Thanks so much Keith. Glad you enjoyed
  
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awisewomansjourney says:

July 27, 2019 at 3:48 pm

Lovely! ❤

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  July 27, 2019 at 5:41 pm
  
  Thank you!
  
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Leya says:

July 27, 2019 at 7:19 am

So dreamy all three of your images – and the verse. Beautiful words to beautiful images. The silhouettes standing on the last bridge make the dreaminess even more lovely. Thank you for joining in!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  July 27, 2019 at 8:33 am
  
  Loved the prompt! Thanks Leya.
  
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  1. Leya says:
    
    July 27, 2019 at 11:12 am
    
    ♥
    
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