Gemini Garden,Silent One

“hope floats from purple petals to ebony buds” - Silent One In darkness, I dreamt in color, with eyelids fluttering like butterflies. I’d thought I’d see sunlight, before I fell into a trance, but hope tickled the air and the sandman was there, not to torture but to divine adventure. “Purple petals and ebony buds,” like pollen sticks to the fluttering wings of butterflies. In cruising altitude, felicity is decked out. The garden site’s lit up with fairy lights. Trellis rose blooms, suave in velvet, like a smartly dressed groom in a new tuxedo. I float, in my restful state, as a bright butterfly, better than ever, testing my titillated wings. In darkness, I dreamt in color. In sunlight, I awaken to the tease of a truant dream, a rose plucked and tenderly tickles my cheek and neck; silent is the touch of a purple leafwing.