I dreamt of beauty,
beauty inspired by the touch of your lips ,
lips so soft upon mine as I lay waiting,
waiting and watching the dream unfold,
unfolding like a new bloom on the rose.
I flew through skies the color of purple
purple setting sun echoes rippling on meadows.
The rain fell upon us as the sun switched course,
coursing through my veins the blood so hot-
hot enough to cast moisture on my sleeping form,
formless we became one.
One moment of a thousand dreams,
dreams that leave me wondering where is the memory
memory that slips away like a drifting fog
fog of emptiness dissipates when gone away,
away from the edge of my thought-
thoughts that lent beauty and magic to the night,
night that slips beyond back into day-
daydreams that read like a sonnet or poem-
poems of splendor and passion-
passion like the purple of a rose unfolding,
unfolding like your arms as they pull me close.