 | | I come into your dreams—violet wings carry me dancing and twirling in graceful arcs—under and over the silver clouds. Flashes of white from the eyes on my wings reflect back the moon’s soft glow. I will dance until the night wanes and wish you pleasant dreams. When you awake, you wonder if you really saw me or if it was truly a dream. Perhaps you may find some violet dust left behind on your pillow. |
(female)
