Lily Tierney- A Poem

A Canvas

Dreaming last night
of colors bright
as daylight
brushing across
the canvas of
lost desires.

She awoke to textures
with a wide range of feel.
It was time to decide
she picked without
touching. 
Her heart felt the softness
melting into her being.

She breathed a sigh of relief,
as a white laced curtain blew
in rhythm with the wind.