
Sunday Whirl #34
States of Purple
Dreams come in every season of the year
They are but a game
A balance for our lives
In the waking states
We stand firmly rooted on this earth
And yet we fly
Become citizens of new worlds
With purple tangled in new ways
With orange and green
Lucky stars
We can lag behind
Look under every stone
Whatever happens
Is just right
And the white rabbit is no trouble at all
Hopping from dream to dream
To remind us
Nightmares are just part of the game as well