I dream a dream, a dream of mauve bliss,
Then the mauve tints crystals amethyst.
Purple bleeds into flowers, fields kiss-
Fuschia, wisteria, orchid, iris
Lavender, lilac, nothing's amiss.
Lordy me! I see slow purplish mist
Cocooning my being, ain't that bliss.
In melancholy, I no longer languish.