You asked the color of my dreams. In sleep, my eyes have sought The inky black of raven lashes. Starry nights and sooty ashes. Prussian blue of fading violets Indigo of clouds and silence Beryl skies and turquoise seas Blue-green waters of the deep Peacock feathers of emerald green Mossy dells of faery queens Fields of wheat and brilliant suns Amber gold in mid-autumns Coral reefs and salmon streams Marmalade and tangerines Auburn sunsets, titian lips Hennaed hands and fingertips Blushing brides and rosy cheeks Pink hued walls and white topped peaks Silver moons and crystal nights Downy geese in graceful flight Ask not the color of my dreams The question is not whole; Deep within my rainbowβd sleep Lies the color of my soul.
one day a man who lived across a vast ocean asked me the color of my dreams and I sent him this in reply.