Botticelli Dreams of Sweet Purple Calicoo - and You

Your image appears through a purple-hued haze of silence… weaving its whispered dreamy spell, while you re-connect the strings of my sleeping heart You go about undressing my soul as I watch your image drift in my celibate reality I hear the melody play it 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, kidnapped by the makers of dreams and fantasies experiencing the uncertainty of the child that lies sleeping deep within Alone, with the clever artists of dreams and visions encountering the forever of my loneliness brushing off the blurred images with softly painted hues of repeated memories designed by the masters of dreams and schemes, sleeping to be hugged ~ dreaming to be loved Oh yes... I've dealt with kings, queens and dragonflies in the dancing reverie of the fragments of my reality, gliding in and out of the dust of Heaven's stars sprinkling me with their sweet purple dreams gliding over shimmering evening skies In lavender scented breezes, I make my way through the night's crimson threshold in starlit dreams that melt across ancient seasons shimmering purple shades of shadows painted in serene, pastoral Botticelli scenes I sleep in soft billowy clouds, spreading my wings in God's peaceful heavens my journey - painted in purple pastel colors of love... peering through misty clouds and diamond stars by His Divine presence from up above They make their nightly visits into my fantasies, my thoughts painted by the makers and weavers of dreams, coming out of their secret, hidden places... they silently reveal their amethyst, painted masterpieces lightly kissed in dewy, lavender scented bliss My Botticelli dreams...softly swaddled in dream woven swathes of purple calico... and you The sweetness of long remembered thoughts tickles my memories in delicate ambrosial perfume... redolent of lilac scented blossoms- each flower's fragrant sphere, lingering sweetly in the air Ancestral shades drift in and out of what was... what might still be singing their lavender effulgent melodies in lovely violet shades through soft, flowing wisps of dreams, lingering in meadows of glowing moonlight... and you Your sweet scent, so succulent in lilac memories urging your return they delicately float across my dreaming heart waiting so patiently for your sweet scented whispers to wrap seductive chiffon fingers around my sleeping soul on Morpheus' silky crimson screens across the evening's deep indigo blue horizon Between the cracks of earth and sky I succumb with on soaring wings toward your biding arms catching falling stars in the mist of twilight whispers, where scarlet lilacs are sprinkled... dreaming together of the end of our days until your sweet love finds me neath’ the evening's indigo, starry art painted in Botticelli dreams of purple calico...the delicate lavender wings of dragonflies ... and you