She lays her head upon a pillow of flowers
floating in the dark, drifting on a dream.
while butterflies and robins light gently
on tender petals woven through her hair,
Dancing upon the soulful songs of oboe and flute,
meeting faeries in the shadows of towering hollyhocks
and maidens playing harps under the trees,
while cupids languish playfully on clouds above.
Under the call of darkness, she lays upon the shore
serenaded by the moon and stars above
and the whisper of lilies as they float
on the trickling mountain stream.
She weaves a tantalizing spell that floats
down upon the weary like opalescent dust,
and as the sun sinks silent into the far horizon
the enchantress casts another dream.
september 2002
