Strawberry Dreams

A night romp through the shades of red.

 

Tonight, across the drawbridge of sleep,

strawberry dreams canter in brightest red,

carmine shadows of red knights, tints and shades

of crimson trees spotted with cardinal nests

and owls hooting open-eyed wisdom.

Sorrows pulse in red-wine puddles of tears

around which the dreamer skirts toward coral grass.

A night-breeze flush nudges the forest leaves

into a choreography of soft sweet dancing.

When the flaming arrows fly and ogres

wear their hideous faces of demon-red,

the dreamer on the run crouches unseen

in the berry bushes, awaiting dawn’s

Yellow sun, white clouds, blue skies,

A respite from the clench of red gone mad.

Until the scourge is lifted, we will fight

The spread of fire with fire. We will wear the red.

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