PASSING THOUGHTS

The sky was velvettey violet early morn,
It turned a misty yellow at dawn.
In the afternoon it was blazing copper and gold.
At dusk, I saw a variety of hues unfold…

The Dreamy Dryad

THE DREAMY DRYAD
The distant star gleams,
On a blushing pink sky.
The world seems drowned,
In the lark’s melodious cry.
The trees are ablossom,
With dimpled dainty flowers.
The Dreamy Dryad dreams,
With her eyes gazing afar.

Little Dreams slowly evolve,
From the swirls of the soul.
One by one they emerge,
Crowning the day in gold.

The moon is all aglimmer,
As the sun slowly sets away.
The sky is a hollow of dreams,
Churned by airy hands for the next day.

The fairies flock the rippling pool,
To drink to their heart’s content.
The elixir of life-so sweet so eternal,
Flowing as dreams all along dreamt!

The horizon is drenched,
In velvet purple and gold.
The wind god plays the breeze
Singing tales of new and old!

The Dreamy Dryad beholds with
Her spirit drunk in bliss
As with a sudden sweeping blow,
The sky with stars is kissed.
Magic brewed in the sky, in the land,
An orison is played by nature’s hand.
The Dreamy Dryad whispered along in pray,
“God be blessed, blessed be man!”