Note: another favourites poem for my great friend Caddo. A brilliant poetess, I hope this is okay for her.
Blue like gentle spirit.
Shrouded in seclusion,
A fog if you will,
She searches through memories
Long since past.
And there it is, laughter, love,
The answer to heartfelt prayers.
The grey mists part to a burnished dance floor.
She knows it a dream,
For where else would Palm trees sway to an unfelt breeze.
A figure stands there hand outstretched, beckoning,
Perhaps a ghost, perhaps more,
But she acquiesces to his wishes.
A hidden orchestra strikes up a tune and she’s dances.
She dances for love, life, and her Lord,
As the sweet smell of hibiscus flowers pomade her world.
And as she pirouettes in intangible grasp she smiles,
And a silver moon appears overhead sheafed by stars.
This is her imagination, her dream,
And it is perfect.
(At least, I hope it is for her)
(Image courtesy of Lemmy-X on deviantart.com)