The Wisteria Palace

Warmth trickles into sighing lungs,
each hot day in her summer dream,
and fills her spinning mind with gold
like heat and sun and a honeyed stream

of forever fleeting thoughts and wonders
which fly away into the sky
to leave her drifting on grassy seas
and wandering through the waving rye.

She spreads before her a fantasy,
and it grows with every flitting whim
while she sails in gusts of a blossom breeze--
just breathes and laughs and sings and swims.

In the hold of the honeysuckle hands
of her quiet heart's wisteria palace,
she could never leave, could never see
reality for more than its shadowy malice.

So she lives in an endlessly stretching summer,
where every violet day is the same,
holding tight to its hope and love and life
by her brightest, sweetest daisy chain.