Delirious On a High Hill
Delirious on a High Hill
I dreamt I stood on the apex of a
cliff.
The wind, howling madly and my
chiffon, purple scarf with gold stars
was completely adrift.
I was in the center of a glorious
pink whirling tornado,
With the love of my love coming
toward me.
The sun settling gently, the clouds
tenderly magenta and gold.
He was carrying white roses for me,
that's what the gypsy foretold
We embraced and the flowers fell
so softly to the ground.
I held onto him tightly as the multi-
colored tornado, whipped us all around!
I breathed a deep sigh and then
I awoke to find him under the rose
comforter, right next to me.
My life force, my love, my forever
existential destiny!
June 26, 2019
6pm PST
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