a purple crown of possibilities grow within my lashes

my eyelids grow heavy
from the feel of his promises
and dreams made fat by our hungry hearts

my childhood wishes
are being covered like crimson cream
by the blood of his fantasy
until all I can feel
is him

and now
my eyes are nearly closed
as they grow pregnant
from the visions that he has planted
seed by seed across my lids
flights of fancy of his own making
giving birth to a new future
of possibilities

and each word he says
lays across my lashes
like wheat bowing from the wind
plentiful
vast
bending to each sigh I make
as if giving obeisance
to the desire
that has now taken root

and so the seeds bloom
on the most quiet of days
into dandelions
golden petals of honey
that dance from my eyes
and we both know
that when the sun rests
they will parachute into my heart
one by one
to be wild and grow
untamed into the earthen soil of my soul

and the last vision
of my own making
the coda of my aspirations
is lilac colored orchids
that fly into the clouds
queens that reign the sky
purple is, after all, the new color of my soul