Tony Vance Mason

rug of my dreams, like a sofa
only flatter, hugs the wind for me.
between shades of rain passing through a bow, one airstream at a time,
we'll glide forward still and feel
...

indigo skies filter through me
as I see you starring back, beautiful
like rays of light, bending through
crystalline water glasses
...

shelves,
by foundation alone,
stick
out of walls coated thrice
...

butterfly, be mine--
a ceaseless gush of the purest sunshine!
please remember the visions I had of you
when they appeared in shades so new.
...

Our heart grew there
in the ocean of eternity
romantic and blissful as it may
Rise
...