Faerie Dreams

Nostalgic oaks fell calmly overhead -
underneath their angel leaves I lay.
Focused on my fingers thinly spread -
searching for that milky glowing ray.
The morning grey illuminated things -
like violet roses sprayed in promises,
an orange horizon, painted with my wings
sprouted from your murky moonlit kisses.
Harmonious whispers teased the breezes nigh -
the ghosts went dancing in my garden too.
The peaking sunrise hardly looked as shy
as I was when my spirit swam with you.
I let go my breath in the dawn of July -
And in new faerie dreams I flew.