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.
Tiny orbs
strings invisible
she watches in wonder
the little worlds that spin
and she a casual observer
of this phenomenon.
Her dreams held
locked within each spinning circle
undulating noiselessly
the colors subtle
undetectable.
like tiny gifts
to open each one
miniature Pandora orbs
filled with logic and reason
and each hope she has cast aside
for later welcoming.
She watches each one
with care as if a newborn dream
might escape before fruition,
She will set them free
when the time is right,
for now she just waits
and observes.
Road before me
long paved black snake
serpentine curves
pushing through roadside beauty
goldenrod lines each side
reminded of book covers
holding the pages in.
Driving through
seems a yellow brick road
escorting me
as the scenery moves quietly by
in this morning haze
that waits to greet
the rising sun.
Blue skies smile
lavender and gold
fields of my morning meanderings
to the necessary
but light of heart
lost in thoughts of goldenrod moving
swaying as the car passes by,
waving goodbye
till homecoming hello
once more.
