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Reverie, The Daydream Muse
Reverie, The Daydream Muse
Reverie, The Daydream Muse
"Who is Reverie?"
Who is Reverie?
She is a maiden. An ingénue.
An angel whose rose-colored spirit is a natural lover.
She is a muse among the flowers. A dancer beneath clouds of white.
She waltzes into the fantasies of artistic souls and lonely hearts.
Her laugh is a birdsong, her smile a siren's spell.
Her body is a mural painted by rays of sunlight and a gentle breeze.
She is a dreamer who practices poetry and believes in ecstasy.
A nymph with invisible wings who wears sheer bliss like a string of pearls.
Know her, and your daydreams will be sweeter than ever before…
-Reverie, The Daydream Muse
"Verdant"
The color of arms that parted for us
as you chased me through the greenery.
The color of grass beneath our feet
that left no trail for others to follow.
The color of ivy hiding the door
to our secret world no one else knew.
The color of water lilies and the pond
where you and I once bathed together.
The color of your eyes as you spun me around,
not wasting a precious second.
The color of her face if she saw
where our lips and fingers met.
The color of the sky and the world around us
as you found your peace inside me.
Our love was verdant.
-Reverie
"Fragrance"
When we were in the meadow,
you said I smelled like your favorite wildflower.
Summer wine drunk,
the picnic blanket laid out beneath us.
When we were in the kitchen,
you said I smelled like your favorite pie.
Flour on my nose,
apples ready to be sliced.
When we were in the back barn,
you said I smelled like your favorite summer day.
Sweetgrass and sunshine,
thunder rolling in the distance.
When I asked “what is your favorite fragrance?”,
you replied “it is making love to you.”
-Reverie
"Berries"
She held red berries in front of her,
but his brushstrokes were painting her two bare pink ones.
She popped the ripest red into her mouth.
He watched as her lips became gently stained.
She remarked, “I don’t think I’ve tasted anything so sweet.”
He replied, “I know of one sweeter.”
[Eyes locking thoughtfully]
She breathed, “Would you like to taste?”
He answered, “It would give me great pleasure.”
The berries and painting were soon left forgotten.
-Reverie