A red haired goddess stalks my lucid dream
from a land beyond the last, elusive chimera;
her fair, honey-dipped skin - an eye-catching raceme
of lilies of the valley - opens like a spewing caldera
as she closes her eyelids, darkening blue pools
as if an eclipse blotted out clear morning rays;
a shimmering misty shower reflects jewels'
faceted starburst glitter-rain-induced daze,
and she lays claim to the fading, but still-glowing,
ember that yet hums out a zesty, soulful tune
in the wee, haunting hours of autumn, plateau rising;
leaving a mesa, color carpeted with leaves strewn
into a blanket, radiating a softly inviting bed
upon which we lay, nuzzling, cheek-to-cheek,
and I smell her ambrosial breath dance: a thread
marking the seam leading from valley to peak;
then, a skein of yarn unravels autumn's sparkling scheme
winding along a dusty, meandering path to a new Riviera.
This poem has been selected by the editors at Osprey Journal for publication in their July/August 2009 issue.
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