Lilies

Monika Thelen

 

smiles lines

soft words

 

she dreams a dream of silk

 

sunlit mornings unabashed

closed doors

open windows

promises kept

 

if only that dream never faded

 

she loves to lie in bed at night

imagining words of beauty

a rhythm unhurried

without the desperation

of young love

 

she day-dreams of mercy

slender hands

and delicate fingers

lilies floating

and soaking in warmth

 

in her dreams, there is symmetry

of the sweetest kind

 

at length, the vision fades

with sleep as its parting gift

offering what solace it can

imparting the gift of oblivion

 

she will wake tomorrow

to dream again

in shades of cream and violet

holding whispered words close

and unspoken closer still

 

with eyes open and dancing

she will gaze at the heavens

 

somehow

still full of hope

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