A silence so deafening it whispered sweet nothings to me
My eyes filled with wonder but cradled in sleep
Bright colored visions spilling forth from rainbows of purple lilacs
Framed in a soothing blanket of tulips stacked 10 rows deep
A million red bicycles racing skyward like rockets to the moon
Shooting forth comets of vodka-candied olives and stir-sticks galore
My mind spinning endlessly encircled by camels and pyramids
Dancing the jig of wonderment in search of something more
The fountain of youth its existence or location I care not which
The secret of my destiny was now painted across the skies
I tossed and I turned for fear that all would soon be gone
A reclining portrait of loveliness with green-colored eyes
No painter or sculptor or master of the world
Could have visualized the beauty that graced my heart this night
To have found the purity of life and the hope of things to be
Is to have navigated my future being guided by a soul so bright
Reality or fantasy or a dream or something else
For she of a siren’s voice I would gladly heed her call
Upon the daylight’s dawning I fought to stay in place
Knowing that if my eyes did open, I might surely lose it all
