Dreamer of a mystic dream she dances in a purple velvet wonderland. She is as mysterious as a novel with its unseen twists and turns. The kind shoved behind library shelves and under lovesick beds. Her eyes green as emeralds, which remind you of the now changing leaves of spring. In the autumn moonlight her free spirit shines as bright as the deep vibrant colors of gemstones. The pearls around her neck mirror the whites of her eyes. As the rubies that adorned her head match the crimson hue of her lips. She parts her painted mouth, making the sound of the sea as she breathes the hymns and lullabies into dreams.
