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 ********** 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 it's 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 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 fragments of my reality
gliding in and out of the dust of Heaven's stars
sprinkling me with their sweet purple dreams
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
they silently reveal their amethyst, painted masterpieces
lightly kissed in dewy, lavender scented bliss
softly swaddled in dream woven swathes...
of deep purple dreams of calico - and you