Purple Dreams of Calico...And You

Your image appears…
through a purple-hued haze of silence
weaving your magic spell
as you re-connect the strings of my heart

You go about undressing 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 its only your image I see
My heart's held hostage by the cry of the songbird

My unknown lover…
hauled away by the makers of dreams
Experiencing the uncertainty
of the child that lies deep within me

                Alone…
with the clever artists of visions
encountering the forever of my loneliness
brushing off the blurred images of repeated memories

I’ve dealt with kings, queens and dragonflies
in the reverie of the fragments of my reality
Gliding in and out of the stars in Heaven above …
as they make their nightly visits into my dreams and thoughts

Painted by the makers and weavers of dreams
they come out of their secret hiding places
revealing their purple, painted masterpieces…
softly swaddled in woven swathes of purple, colored calico...
                 And you