Word Dream

Once
         In a dream I was
Spinning away in a Yellow Dress
It was
         Dark, so dark.
                   I was turning and turning
In a field of
                   Yellow roses.
Yellow for the
                   Sunshine that I could not find.
Delight just a whirl away.
                             Turning and turning.
I was spinning in the dark
And the yellow, hope-filled petals
Whisked away the pain
Etched on my skin by thorns.
         Leaving me with only words,
All over my running-tanned skin.

I was all white, like paper,
                             Made of words.
                                       Still turning, turning.
Fingers turning me until
                   I was all strung out.
                             Words on paper-thin skin.

I could feel the pages of me
                   Turning yellow with age
                                       Yellow from the love
Whispered into my pages and the
                             Song of someone singing
                                       Turning pages, turning
And turning. Soft fingers caressing my words
                             Hands
                                       Gently
                                                 Holding me.