I dream the taste of purple, por She Writes

She Writes

I dream the taste of purple

eyes awaken, asleep.

I dream the taste of purple

I dream the touch of you.

I dream of tall grass fields on my fingertips

shuddering in magnificent breath.

I dream a stretch of nightfall highway

that leads you to my heart.

I dream of milk-white tears that flow forever

from eyes that see a smile.

I dream unencumbered with eyes awake

I dream a voice asleep.

I dream a dream that sleeps to sing

and dreams that sing to sleep.

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