Life in a Waking Dream

The droplets of chilled

amethyst dreams down the 

gossamer divide between

life in a waking dream.

As dawn creeps into the past

jealous clutches of reverie

amiable sunbeams dancing 'cross the face of

silvery pond and water lily,

her place is called Felicity.

Where love glows from starlit sky

to verdant green

And life will sing from robin's egg

to fairy's wing.

For him, she smiles fragrantly at the shady afternoon

Her silky buds extended in pinkish bloom

And ever a breeze would coolly sweep by

His willow's leaves kissed at her stalk and she'd sigh.