Phantasmagoria

I You stare silently squinting through your stained glass panes Pulling aside sapphire drapes of somber samite and organdy Lo, gazing mesmerized a quixotic moon-- blithely blows kisses, wryly winks and coyly smiles-- Yea, a light seesaw of a day of ecstasy and spritely delight-- now wanes to a quiet evening tune. II Transfixed musing through a haze of window panes and now the past pains enter your mind amidst a Rorschach flowing panorama of fluid specters-- a pentimento painting of myriad weaving days metamorphosing into myriad mellowing nights. Now mirthful, the moon merrily mills reticent clouds--a star clustered plight. The meeting with Morpheus --wondering of his mood-- cheery and cherry, one hopes. III In the soft security of your pliant bed-- your cheek cradled in thoughts of the day's blithe tread-- a voice and vision from the past-- "night night nighty nite sleep tight". IV Dreaming.. in a dream Floating in the night skyscape . . a phantasmagoria of sensual sights and sounds. . riding in a catamaran of gilded silk. . over the still quiet town. There's the tailor's shop, the market place, and the gurgling fountains of the park. On to other lands afar. . the Taj Mahal. . the Great Wall of China the winged maneuvers of a lark V Dreaming . . . reeling red and yellow sea horses roaring over tree tops . . . mermaids samba agog with cheshire cats to the music of Sergei Rachmaninoff . shooting stars of blue purple catching bolts of lightening VI Dearest one awake now and stir . . . To scents of frankincense and myrrh . . long linger in your cozy warm bed . . with thoughts tantalizing thy graceful head . . Birds twitter and herald yon day's new light . . . a new morn sun yields cascading delight