The Red Scarf

It was the red scarf that begged for my attention. She is never without as she sways back and forth during interpretation, never without. She is an image in my mind I see during the fall of a dream, an image walking toward the door; swaying, enticing, holding a red scarf around her seamless neck with the fingers of her delicate hands,  it is within the confines of a soft summer storm,  gulls off course in the distance, I see her  in the wind effortlessly just she and the wind. I gaze directly at her vanishing silhouette in the darkening room and suddenly, she is gone…

She is real, beyond all circumspect, if only in my mind where nightly she appears to me as though I were in another dimension and of course I am during the time of dream.

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