Technicolor Slide

Lace in midnight grace did shine
that ray of hope cascade
Dreams of blues to past be true
into the darkness fade
Visions vivid myriad
in technicolor slide
deep in dreams where other things
do tend to coincide
Wrapped in soft amazement
blankets warm with skin ablaze
Burning hot with afterthought
on memories she plays
Strands of time undoing
traveled much in laying still
dreams imbue a brighter hue
those things the heart can feel
Lace on midnight's sorrow
for the morrow comes to crash
that ray of hope cascading
moments far too great to last