Collection of My Poetry

I Met Him in a Dream

I met him in a dream
I don't know who he is
Or where he came from
I don't even remember his name

He told me that once,
All of that he confided in me,
But I have long since forgotten.
Or perhaps I haven't, it's just out of reach

All I remember, here, I shall share.
He was wild - he was free.
He had purple skin and blue hair.
His eyes were like fire, his lips desire.

The leaves he wore
Matched, so exquisitely, those in his hair.
A flower he brought to me
But I lost it there.

The scares on his cheeks
He often masked with laughter.
Without knowing it, or perhaps he did,
He forever ruined for me, the land of men.