deep shades of sapphire and melted lilac pour through my open mind
drowning me
within pools of mystery
and I watch everything float into space beyond me
lamplight
maps with no destination
and mother’s favorite dress
her perfume still clung to its soft fibers
and I realize
with a somewhat distant recollection
that none of it was really true
none but caught between the frays of reality and fantasy
just a dream
just a dream
