Watching You Dream
Soft flame flutters gently before surrendering to darkness
wealth of golden glow.
Your mind has been captured by dreams, pirates of the imagination
controlling your activity.
Crescent of gray light fades through the arch windows;
you become spotlight bright!
I study your eyes as they dash
through never-ever real land.
Are you racing, trying to catch the runaway unicorn?
Steady, boy, this is your fantasy; let the legend come to you.
Garnish him with a crimson saddle,
canter across hills of sweet poppies.
Your yellow-brick road need not bear lions,
unless you wish to be their king --
color-splashed vision,
enhanced by your chestnut mane.
You roll; our waterbed rolls wave-like with you.
lions and unicorns dwell not within the sea;
they vanish,
creating a tiny subconscious wrinkle of memory.
Your fingers tighten, clinging to your raft,
tossed by the tides and waves.
Pan flutes from the bank's hanging cliff --
turbulence subsides; you float smoothly o’er open sea.
So you mellow your mood, follow your eyes
up, up, it glares but does not burn.
Sun cannot hurt a dreamer’s eyes
unless you let it.
Stare as it slowly sinks to a spectral sunset
that becomes a rainbow -- because you see it that way!
Your raft is now a craft, thirty feet, steel-plated,
sprouting rings of purple smoke and wings of green feathers.
Your chariot, my lean and softly-lit friend,
chases the sun across the sky to find your pot of gold,
when the soft flame flutters gently
before surrendering to darkness.
*Entry for the "Dream On" Contest
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011
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