Water Color Dream

Water Color Dream

Every night

you wrap your arms around me

enveloping my anxious orange soul in yours, a soothing cool blue of the artic,

as darkness does the earth,

protecting her from the white hot sun.

Our synchronized breathing slows –

in         then     out       then     in

and our untrained, hearts

thump-thump together in my ear

quietly

whispering our vulnerability

as sleep stretches his

irresistible arms out

and embraces us.

Moments before we’re encumbered

by a soft, periwinkle sleep,

your grasp tightens

attempting to pull me into your dreams

as soft and intangible

as the wispy clouds

silently slumbering above our heads

keeping the faded stars company

on a moonless night

When you wish me “goodnight”

a mumbled after-thought

of two words so often used

that their meaning is lost,

your words tickle me.

They drape themselves around me

and caress me with their golden warmth

making you

the last thing I know

as I succumb

to the over-powering desire

to fall into sleep’s welcoming arms.

Every night

I dream in watercolor

and always your colors blend with mine.

Your calm, reassuring, lavender

softening my charged, nervous tangerine.
Swirling, twirling, twisting, and mixing

together into a warm, nutmeg

Each time we touch,

it sends rusty paint splattering,

covering all around like dew

in the early pastel hours,
then dripping off lush green leaves

and running into

our very own watercolor stream

of thought that swells and evolves

until it is a full-grown raging river

of mossy, olive green.

My charged orange relaxes into

a mellow, sun-dried yellow

and turns ours into a lush, forest green.
Our tranquil colors carve a path

through rough, mauve mountains and

into deep, fern colored valleys,
traversing around smooth, ashen boulders

and under almond brown logs,

winding through the land like

the deep iris veins from my unsure heart

My goldenrod surges into a lustful scarlet

and our vivid plum waters reach patches void of color,

then spread through-out
leaving no blank spaces,

nothing untouched

Our watercolor rivers at long last converge

like Tyrian purple tidal estuaries

in an ocean of colorful emotions:

tranquil green and nervous tangerine,

lustful scarlet and comforting lavender,

soothing blue and warm nutmeg
And together we create a sepia trust that encompasses us

and protects us

like a boat upon our midnight sea.
On it we sail away from all our troubles

in a charcoal oblivion.
in my watercolor dream.