Wrapped in dreams

She pulls them close
Each dream wrapped
Round her shoulders
Pale tangerine thoughts
Giving warmth
On the coldest of days.
The softest fabric
Woven from love and loss
Tied snug like a child
Comforted when afraid
Soothed when sleep comes.
Each thread a dream
Of better days
Of places that bring pleasure
Of a sun that shines for her
Spreading its blessings
On bare shoulders
Drawing warmth
From the hope of tomorrow.

She is the color

Delicate leaves fall
Blanket of color upon the cool ground,
She is the color of my world,
She is the warmth
Of beauty.
Rainbow world is my illusion
Focused on the brightest days,
She has my heart
Shared with her own,
She is the piece so fragile,
She is the seasons of me.
Hand stitched emotion
Gliding in and out
Marking the path
Invisible way mesmerizing the eyes
With hidden scenes,
She is the arm of love surrounding me,
She is the keeper of the gentle smile,
She lights the world with her touch sublime,
She is the truth in a crazy world.
She silences the crowd with a sincere laughter,
They lean in to listen
The children of earth dance along
They hear her song in a frail whisper,
They hear their story
In each beat of her heart.
She echoes through dreams
Sweet lullabies
She spins her yarns and tales of mystery,
She captivates in color
Her life unfolding,
Blanket the world
In her gifts of the master.