The World Thru Purple Lenses, a tale of me. a poem;
Cozy, fuzzy blankets with restful, peaceful sleep. Pleasant dreams of favorite thing, thoughts I long to keep. Lottery winnings, vacations far away, Those are wistful wonton thoughts, as I go about my day.
Stitch plush figures, water gun fights as well. Long cuddly nights of secrets, whispered never-tells. Arms wrapped around your waist, as you subtly incline, As your drowsy head sweetly rubs, so casually with mine.
The ginger summer nights, you would think I would want to forget, Yet I dwell, but never tell, those moments no regrets. To steal away those mornings, to relive all those nights, Where everything seemed simple, and the pieces fit just right.
That alabaster skin, beneath my fingers, kissed by summer rays, Sadly those moments are now history, but oh those were the days. Carefree and so joyous, free of strain and stress, But lets move on, those days are gone, but I’m so quick to digress.
Lets talk of rings, of shiny things, that sparkle in the light,
Crystal, opal, diamonds, Glitter, and sea glass, Seashells and warm sandy beaches, trails that never seem to last. Purple, purple everywhere, that blanket, vase, that frame, The lenses through which I see the world, synonymous with my name.
A poem by D. Wyn. Price, All Rights Reserved, 2020. Writing prompt provided by TFA; Kim.