The Purple Mountain

The purple mountain calls me
In soothing tones and clear
“Come rest your weary head
Beneath my folds my dear”

So I tiptoe up the staircase
As the evening shadows fall
And see the purple mountain
Reflected there upon the wall

Without a thought I surrender
There’s nothing more to be said
As I slip beneath the covers of
The purple mountain I call my bed

With its contours soft and gentle
And satin flowing streams
Soon I find myself enveloped
In the purple world of dreams

©Marian Barker