Purple Dreams of Calico...And You

He who looks inside dreams...awakens

 

Your image appears…

  through a purple-hued haze of silence
weaving its whispered magic spell
     while you re-connect the strings of my heart

 

 

You go about undressing my soul
     as I watch your image drift in my celibate reality
I witness the melody play its 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 phantasies
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 of repeated memories
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 Heavens stars
sprinkling me with their sweet purple dreams

 

 

They make their nightly visits into my phantasy, my thoughts...
    painted by the makers and weavers of dreams
Coming out of their secret, hidden places
    they silently reveal their amethyst, painted masterpieces
lightly kissed in dewy lavender scented bliss
    softly swaddled in dream woven swathes of purple colored calico...
And you

  

 

 

by ladeeanne ~anne p murray~ 6 /2012

 

 

 

Author's Note

Do you ever wonder about your nightly trips from reality? Or is it just another form of reality?