Botticelli Dreams of Purple Calico - And You

Your image appears…

through a purple-hued haze of silence

weaving its whispered dreamy spell

while you reconnect the strings of my sleeping heart

You go about undressing my soul

as I watch your image drift in my celibate reality

I hear the melody play it lonely tune

But, it is absent of the warmth of touch

For its only your image I see...

my heart's held hostage by the cry of the songbird

  My unknown lover…
kidnapped- by the makers of dreams and fantasies
experiencing the uncertainty
of the child that lies sleeping deep within

 

Alone…

with the clever artists of dreams and visions

encountering the forever of my loneliness
brushing off the blurred images with softly colored painted hues

of repeated memories designed by the masters of dreams
sleeping to be hugged - dreaming to be loved  

 

Oh yes...
I've dealt with kings, queens and dragonflies
in the dancing reverie of the fragments of my reality
gliding in and out of the dust of Heaven's stars
sprinkling me with their sweet purple dreams

gliding over shimmering evening skies

In lavender scented breezes...

I make my way through the night's crimson threshold
in starlit dreams that melt across ancient seasons

Shimmering purple shades of shadows...
painted in serene pastoral Botticelli scenes

 

I sleep in soft billowy clouds-

spreading my wings in God's peaceful heavens
My journey - painted in purple pastel colors of love
peering through misty clouds and diamond stars
by His Divine presence from up above

They make their nightly visits into my fantasies...
my thoughts
painted by the makers and weavers of dreams
coming out of their secret, hidden places

Silently revealing their amethyst, painted masterpieces
lightly kissed in dewy lavender scented bliss
My Botticelli dreams...

softly swaddled in dream woven swathes of purple calico...
And you

 

The sweetness of long remembered thoughts
tickle my memories in delicate ambrosial perfume...
redolent of lilac scented blossoms-
each flower's fragrant sphere, lingering sweetly in the air
Ancestral shades drift in and out of what was...
what might still be
singing their lavender effulgent melodies in neon violet shades
through soft, flowing wisps of dreams
lingering in meadows of glowing moonlight

And you

c/r & written by anne p murray-2012

 

 

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

" I got to hurry back to my hotel room...where I got me a date with Boticelli's niece...oh she promised she was going to be right there with me...when I paint my masterpiece." (When I Paint My Masterpiece) BOB DYLAN

Purple is my favorite color too so I found much about this to love. I have a long sleeved purple tee that I bought in The French Quarter in New Orleans. It says, "The French Quarter" on it of course...what else? I've always liked The Birth of Venus as well...the old West Wind trying to blow the clothes of Venus before the Muse can get her dressed...I don't blame him much. And I just love the smell of mulberry candles...this brought them to mind for some reason. "Alone…
with the clever artists of dreams and visions" Hey, that's my kind of being alone. I could walk the streets of Rome or Paris and not be lonely even only by myself. Enjoyed this greatly and again, wonderful and beautiful formatting.

[anne p. murray- LadeeAnne]

Thank you so much Fabian. I really , really loved writing this poem. prob. more than any I've written...thus your words really mean a lot to me

P.S. you write great reviews. sincere, very interesting ... and more than 3 words.
Thanks...Anne