Opal Dreams_

Come with me to this distant land,
Where there are Lilies growing on sand,
where there is beauty but without a muse,

Where there is a Man who loves a thorn,
and the Rose lays forgotten; so forlorn.

Push me into the whirling pool of thoughts,
Let me be lost and dizzy in the emptiness, the vacuum,
Play with the little hair in my hand,
Sing me the most tearful of songs;

Yes, Come with me there to the distant land,
Where I can make you meet with my most cherished memories,
You'll be glad, the mirth will show in your eyes and lips,
Your blood with its redness will feel the orange warmth of happiness.

Your happiest of times will come back to you, to kiss you just for a moment
and leave you in the next, so that you realize that it happened,
and you will smile coz it happened.

And then you'll cry because you had to go back,
And then there will never be those maroon marbles on the sand,
All there will be , is the moist green eyes still seeing what they saw ages ago.
laughing at those unreal things called memories, you'll cry and bid a goodbye only to return to them Just before you die.


Rapunzel.