ColoUrful Dreams

The tender whispers of a far away dream,
came into my mind this bright morn.
Like the taste of sweet strawberrys and cream,
thinking of you made me feel forlorn.
Looking for you through sleep glazed eyes,
I saw noone, and then realised
That I was still alone, fantasy not yet born.

I dragged myself to that wakeful state,
known as 'normal' life to us,
and noticed absently that I was late;
it's lucky I don't have to catch a bus!
Still feeling wistful from my imagination,
I stopped and looked with facination.
I felt drawn by something, but with no fuss.

The colours, and colors outside were bright,
They skittered here and there.
Chasing away the shadows of the night,
I was puzzled at first, then I drew near,
As the first soft green flowed over me,
I felt at peace, I could now see,
As the morning breeze carressed my hair.

The chill, I think, brought my skin alive,
and engrossed by now, I could but see.
The colors changed and then so did I,
as a pale soft yellow came over me.
How can you do this, here in this wood?
How can you, from afar, make me feel so good?
Would that it were not I, but instead just 'we'.

Orange now, and I feel fantastic,
I tremble softly in your distant fire,
My mind flows like buring, molten plastic,
As I fill with a red hot desire.
The color red then my body does find,
As jolts of passion, release my mind,
I float free and drift to realms much higher.

I slowly drift down, back to reality,
it seems that life is not always fair,
I want you near me, to feel and to see,
to ruffle your fingers thro' my hair.
You know that you're in my mind,
and in my heart, you can find,
A sweet Maria who I love, and for whom, I care.

Written by MMTM 30-Oct-90 09:44:00