Dreamy Purple Haze by Ryland Strawsburg

In fields of lavender, they sway and dance
The air, though sweet, can lead astray, it seems,
The lands where dreams like whispers weave their seam.
A dreamy haze of purple, in a trance,
The fields of lavender, they waltz and prance.
In realms where twilight softly casts its gleam
Beneath this veil, where fantasies stream,
In twilight’s grasp, they find their sweet romance.

Yet in this maze of dreams, we find at last,
A gentle haze of wonder softly spun.
Each path obscured, but secrets hold steadfast,
In every dream, a journey just begun.
With twilight’s haze, our fantasies amassed,
In dreams, where reality is won.