Desperate Images

Beautiful expanses of rivers and grasses
Trees and foliage of DaVinci's tutelage
A sun so bright the whole world evades night,
A world so real one could almost feel.
An escape from bondage and the world of which we are hostage
Beginning fresh and new, problems are none to few
Memories left in a jar at the door to bother us no more
A free-verse to transport us from the hearse.
Everything necessary already in the sanctuary
Ideas flowing from my mind don't get left behind
Every word has value and poise without all the noise
We are all artists capable of fulfilling our quests.
This world of fantasy seems so real to me.