Purple dreams in other Realms

"Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see  dressed in a fantastical dress with  two dappled wings of lace,      she shone like the midnight sun;  I must confess, she looked rather whimsical   sitting there by a green wooden door, waiting for your lore! " ~ Mystic Rose Rose I remember how this heart unveiled carmine curtains of curiosity, to question the sparkling gaze, flickering strawberry reveries in silence, like a haiku stitched with syllables of stars, glistening glows within eyes of love. But I knew not, beneath pixie flames, there rests a pensive petunia, breathing, but sleep-waltzing. She was a dream woven from fairy dust; her wand, a rose quartz quill, pondering in the forest of fireflies, of hope and peace, of light and lavender, the remedy to tranquilize troubled skies. Perhaps she felt the pain within these sighs~ her aura is of rhymes and ruby runes, perfumed in scents of sincerity, powdered in peonies and jasmines, singing a lullaby from the lips of a Luna gazer, to soften the storm within my soul, thawing glacier grief into a celestial river of cosmic beams. And the falling rays of citrine woke me back to a magical sanctuary of lucid dreams. Was she an illusion~ a beautiful blur sculpted in silk, a myth painted from psychedelic colors of my mind? Perhaps the answer lies beyond the russet door, dressed with twilight-kissed leaves, where my muse sleeps and the angels reside, amidst the wisteria whispers tender and delicate, echoing in captivating cadence: Come away with me to the wilderness, where sorrow is a braided narrative, and on the golden strands of your hair, orchids will bloom. Love will thrive like Monet’s poppies. I r e a l i z e d she is the glass glimpse~ the soul feeler to my magnetic mirror, a spell-bound reflection of lilac and luscious greens, a verdant vision of heaven on earth… like blue wings of lace stroking the edges of sleep, tales of midnight sun, from the realm of purple dreams. The green wooden door yawned, and a slow, swirling breeze enveloped my moonstruck skin, as the fairy whispered into the night, “Forget not the healer of angst, unfurl your invisible feathers, soar beyond the seas of comfort, hold firm the essence of faith, allow empathy to be your compass, when grey and heavy is the thorn of life.”