A Dreamworld Chimera
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And for my sweet meditation- I am listening to Vilvaldi,
the four seasons concerto, wild and quite dreamy;
and I am soon lost in a daydream of flowing creeks,
singing birds, whimsy and fantasy illusion.
A mosaic, a tapestry, a fresco,
and I am walking this entangled maze;
a labyrinth of green lush vinery,
the moon my illumination.
A spirit guardian leads,
me to a garden;
a place of posy, wild flowers, a paradise, a dreamland,
and a little cherub angel child welcomes me to rest.
It is like Heaven here in this Shangri-La land,
yet my innermost heart weeps;
midnight ink black tears,
for I know this child.
Oh, horrible the memories that wrap me in darkness now,
it is my sister love, lost to death in the web of time;
clouds gather dark, hazy and misty and Vilvaldi plays,
his rhythmic, harmonious violin.
February 6, 2017
Narrative/A Dreamworld Chimera
Copyright Protected, ID 873004
Written for the contest, Chimera World
sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron
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