In tie dye dreams
the clouds moved close
whispering to my ears
the joyful sound of silence.
They moved here then there
like a waltz in blue, pink, and purples,
swirling gowns of pastels
in and out through the maze
of themselves.
Come to us and be a part
of magic and bliss
a single drop fell
to my face
as gentle as a kiss.
I held my head up as more were delivered
and I laughed like a child
as the cool water soaked away
my troubles.