Color (revision one)
Red Light peeks through
Slightly closed lids
as eyes flutter
slowly open.
I peer around
Take in my surroundings
Admire fluffy clouds that streak by
In orange filled skies.
I laze upon
Dew covered lawn
Sprinkled with flowers blooming
Bright yellow,
Spread across a blanket
Of grass,
Trimmed with bright trees
Of evergreen.
My focus adjusts
On the face
Suddenly before me
Of a fragile stranger.
She holds within
Frail slender fingers
A string of yarn
Pale blue,
Matching striking eyes
Full of curiosity
And temptation.
I know without
A single word spoken
To follow the string
As she grins and hands it to me.
I know not
where it leads
as I pull myself up
onto unsteady feet
that awkwardly hold me.
They fight as if to say
they do not want to take me
Where this string
Will lead.
I follow the yarn further
Down the line
To a house
That appears Faded and worn.
The blurred timbers
Frame an intricately carved
Indigo door
That creaked as it slowly opened.
Within the house is a kitchen,
The string seems to tangle
Around fallen cupboards
And broken chairs.
I follow every inch
And feel more uneasy
With every step
As I realize
No sound echoes around me.
I focus on the yarn;
I can feel that I am near the end.
I’m led to a table
Plain, small and round
The only clean surface
Within the room.
In the center lies
The string tied
To the handle of a cup
Painted violet.
It looks as if it is melting
From the heat of the coffee
That swirls in a hypnotizing way
That reminds me of her eyes…
For the first time
In what feels like
My whole life
I hear words:
“Drink…”
It whispers, though I know not
Who it is or how.
“Drink” it repeats “the contents of the violet cup”
The words are hypnotizing,
Drawing me in,
And so I sip sweet hot liquid
Expecting warmth upon my tongue.
I taste nothing,
Feel nothing,
Colors all around me fade
Bird song begins to enter my ears.
Light peaks through
Slightly closed lids
As eyes flutter
Slowly open,
And I realize this
Was all just a dream.