Dreamscape

By: Anyssa Q. E

Silence, before the darkness hung;

Within this pristine prism of crepuscule.

Silence, as the twilight strung;

Ad infinitum sheen of dusk-light pools.

Violescent was the dimensional night,

As midnight floated as a cloud,

A shimmering mass of nebular glass;

Mirroring my dreams aloud.

Along the road dripped in deep vermillion,

A silent twilight bath,

Hanging tassles of ivy and crimson,

Scatter this dream-cast path.

           The  golden figure, to you I yield,

           My statue built from stardust clay.

            My swollen-eyed epiphany,

         I greet you in this star-lit grey.