Lady Dream
Empires rise and fall
Yet I Dream
Inventions are built from the dreams I send
I still wander in my world I painted
What do I dream I do not know
For I do not dream
I see twirling eleven ladies on the lawn
Whose dresses are miasmas of colors
From the cloth of a rainbow I sewed
I sit on my bench
Forming a world for someone
I mix and add
the lighting of storms, for vivacity
the fluff of clouds, for softness
the dewdrops of the rainbow for color and clarity
a mermaids hair for beauty
petals of a snow lily for healing of the heart
they all go into my paint
I begin to draw
Sometimes the paint flows
Like the rushing of the rain
Sometimes it takes its time
Like snow falling
And it clumps in times
Like solidness of a statue
The dream is finished
I’ll paint another one after tea
Death, an elegant lady with a charming smile , and a vortexal eyes
Comes knocking upon my door
To have tea with me
Over tea
She talks of the dreams I send
How some people believe
They are visions of the future
When she leaves I ponder over what she said
The dreams I make are soft and gentle
Once I tried to share my joy with her
However those dreams weren’t the pretty ones I made
They wandered around causing havoc
I tried to take them back
But they wouldn’t heed my call
Night comes by to remind me of the time
I call my hound to come
A hound made from the silver of the stars, the fire of a meteor shower
I give him my dreams to send
I await his return as I go to Sleep
My husband cloaks me as we wait on the porch
We shall wait here
Until dawn finds us so
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