Dream Weaver

Damask delightful
Myriad blues
Magical memories
Wonderful hue’s

Soft to emotions
Wild and a fire
To the soul
To resolve
Like an impressionable Lyre

Bird of the forest
It’s feathers in awe
Ringing true every glimpse
Every sound wanting more

Woven soft topper most
Exotica calling
A spellbinding tally
Somehow overhauling

The sense to relax
And to sleep off all woe
My damask delightful
That I do love so

Thankyou Dear C
That you that you gave it to me