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Date Written: November 12, 2017

At my desolate world I peered

yearning for a taste of what

true happiness, on the other side lay.


As I may, I created such beauty

now yearning only for a nap

on a blanket in my garden

I lay looking at the sky

soon to be lulled gently into

a peaceful oblivion as the

chirping and flowers swaying

all but barely audible.


My hands the golden husks

between my fingers feel

swaying to no wind nor command

only to their whimsical nature

Am I in Wonderland?


In this Garden, everything is

infused with a golden hue

a warmth and love that radiates

from the ground up and up

fields, upon fields of wheat sway

not being able to see my toes beneath

I wonder forward aimlessly

only my feet knowing the way.


Purple on the horizon,

a tree I walk towards with

the roots magically a stool to carve

looks inviting as I walk faster forward

Another head barely visible

from the opposite side approaches

to rest as we wait for: I don’t know

so does the numbers grow.


I watch as the Warmth gathers

from the earth, the golden wheat

to behold with glee, It’s Eden I’m in

the Broken, the Down-Trodden, the

Faithful all gather as the Warmth beckons.


Confused as my legs remain inert

feeling myself in humanity’s form: Unworthy

as a Child approaches, scared on both hands

and whispers ‘It’s not your time’

holding my hands a little while longer.


With a smile, I awake, understanding

that my state of contentment felt

at that moment before I slept,

felt like Heaven.  

6 comments on “Wonderland”

  1. River.Ophelia     November 12, 2017

    marvellous journey Jessica, I was with you all the way 🙂

  2. comnpkpillai     November 12, 2017

    Travelling and watching the nature and monuments keep us Ina wonderland
    Well written

  3. JessicaMars     November 12, 2017

    To nap in the sun with the sky as your roof … is heavenly thank you both

    1. River.Ophelia     November 12, 2017

      wholeheartedly agree
      sun kisses and nourishes us 🙂

  4. sunburned     November 12, 2017

    beyond what is real is a magic dream .

  5. JessicaMars     November 12, 2017

    Magic dream… true to be called so… I name these dreams ‘Time travel’

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