Drifting away to Djibouti...

Dreams unrealized 
drift against green grey silk 
pillows oft cried in;

no more pulled covers over her head
while she sleeps,

as Kingdoms transition and fall -

even under the most 
abiding skies...

The good ship "false hope"

steams across safe harbor's bay;

mirages of new truths appear

o'er jeweled seas of 

love and trust,

where gossamer fork-tongued 

bridges span years of time.

Ninety degrees west of there -

floating colors in hula hand waves, 
 pinwheels of childhood,
and farther still, shorelines 
that embroider her name - places like 

Spain and Djibouti 

Upon awakening she turns and 
looks from whence 
she once came

and stares at the world anew,

 sees things no longer are the same;

finding wars she did not expect,

lies she lived in others' eyes -

feeling betrayed

Roses bearing full weight 

of droplets held that wait to 
be cried down again, 

washing away her signature

from the sands of time,

freeing her soul 
from pain

This was a fun exercise as Claudia today asked us to write about one of the paintings by Judith Clay. Both are from Germany and we see the fairy tale and whimsical traits they both have in their respective talents.  Read more over at dversepoets.com