In Purple Dreams
In purple dreams I glide, over sultry evening roads,
Making my way homeward through night's crimson threshold,
Starlit dreams are melting across the ancient seasons,
Sweet scents of royal night, under cloudy, swirling legions,
My mind reflected in galaxies, mesmerized, spellbound,
As the night wind gently flows, with supernatural sound,
In shimmering shades of shadows, in the wild jasmine breeze
Lies a pastoral scene of starlight through mystic swaying trees,
My journey's marked in colors, in passages of love,
I peer up through passing purple, to a presence up above,
Sweet woman of my dreams, gazing down from way up high,
Her lovely face reflected, in windy heights of sky,
Dear Muse, your smile guides me to that home within my heart,
Till the night your sweet love finds me, 'neath evening's starry art.
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Colors of Passion
Ronald J. Edwards
Trinity Ink
http://trinityinkexperiencestrengthandhope.blogspot.co
Night Flyer,
This work made me feel your words and if I could have closed my eyes to listen I would have been swept away. I to have a beloved muse who pulls my heart strings and kindles the fire of passion that we share. You have captured the dreamscape of my endearing thoughts for the love of my lady.
Great piece ...
Thank you, Ronald
I am happy this poem moved you and connected you with your Muse. The poem is the result of mystical feelings I had after a late night drive. I felt indescribably beautiful feelings when I looked up to the sky and the trees. When I get this feeling, activated by nature, I always try write some words in a notebook to try and capture the depths of these feelings. Your normal mindset , through fatigue or sleep, shuts down at night and is open to deeper subliminal cosmic and spiritual thought patterns. I take advantage of this with my poetry, tending to write late at night. The concept of the Muses , from Greek mythology, is a beautiful one. The Muses in my poetry take the form of real beautiful women I've had intense feelings for in my life but my feelings were never reciprocated. Yet they beckon me in dreams and thoughts as the years go by, so I like to include them in poems....
imaginative
Imaginative, visual, sensory. Fun to say shimmering shades of shadows, that one is hard to say fast. I like it. raskin
Thank you, Raskin!
Glad you enjoyed my poem. Thanks for your kind comments.