A Garden for Dunlop Nation

You and I come through the murky haze of a misty night. I look around an I am grounded. A dream last night gave way to a small child haunting me since my early teen years. It is just an idea of the wicked thrown my way. I receive and dispell. I talk to you and walk away from people from my past who inhabit my night terrors. It means nothing. It is just another way to feel pain, fear, and deprivation. It is best to express the greys of the rainbow at this time so that there is no misunderstanding about my suffering. Washing everything clean is what I focus on every day, but this new rainbow brings out the VIOLET that is vital to the hue of my IRISH eyes. Weeping in beauty. Screaming in lust. Finding the footing for the glens where the snakes reveal their chastidy and become part of me for eternity. My hair turns BLACK and I make their cauldron a sieve to find the GOLD that it contains. There is AWE and the splendor that will always be felt in my unique hips and lips.