Ten lilacs blissfully in a daze.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Light clouds my eyes,
And through a thick haze
Forms a glade before an alder canvas
Of woodland pear trees
And flouncing daffodils.
Nine clouds stroll on a periwinkle breeze.
Breathe in, breathe out.
The gentle calling of the bluebird
Echoing in the depths of my breast
As I lay amongst the Bloodroot’s bed,
Painting the meadow against my hand,
Hoping its beauty will etch my skin
And grant me the pleasure
Of being one with its artistry.
Eight lilies lament fallen blossoms.
Breathe in, breathe out.
I look before me
As she flies in her colors of blues and whites,
Shading the earth beneath her.
I stand an follow as my body floats away,
And listen to a gentle hum.
Seven rays of sun fraternizing with dawn’s bewitching embrace.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Gently each number slips from my mind’s mouth,
Like lead pouring into cracked glass.
A soft wind leaving its sheath,
Breaching through the hem of my skirt,
And grazing the nape of my neck.
It’s cold fingers tenderly clasping my lungs.
Six finches whistling to the northern skies.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Quaking between the warm embrace
Of the Dogwood tree,
Her ornament branches beckoning me
To follow her.
She asks me prowl through her garden
And search for Indigo.
Five leaves flutter above fall’s desolate forest bed.
Four golden droplets fall from the vexing mist.
Three darling voices crying out for Indigo.
Two rosebuds tickle the tip of my nose.
One final breath of illusory at last.
I am awake.
