I dreamt of dresses hung on racks
arrayed with skirts and separate tops
each with a promise beyond the shelf
expressing dreams flushed from hearts
shedding rainbows in their wake
the color range began with red
a favorite tint to my appraising eye
to be worn in raiment's flight
then there's violet at the far end
framing all that lays between
denoting fashions that await
presentation on my staid frame
this was the realm behind closed eyes
a fantasy to be awoke
reality would be so bless
if in waking life these are impressed.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.20190705.
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