Perhaps She Dreams (Stop and Stare assignment)

What lies behind the eyes of a painting
A face of burdened expression
As it shall remain for the rest of her days
A woman of faith you can tell by her jewels 
Wisdom has traded her brunette hairs for greys
Perhaps she dreams of a love long lost
A fair prince that has charmed his way into a grave
Is it a prayer she chants for her children?
Is it a curse to be placed on an enemy. 
Is she simmering in a green haze of jealousy 
Or is she drowning in the sea of dark blue that surrounds her. 
Is her dress stained red with the blood of revenge?
Will she ever choose to wear it again?

I Awaken (Dreamscape Exercise)

I awaken in a field of yellow flowers.
I scan the landscape,
Lost,
Confused,
Bewildered by the sense of familiarity.
Cautioned by the pungeant scent of danger.
The sky is washed in pink and golden guess.
The clouds mist over the blue mountains in the horizon.
Swaying from side to side I see her.
The mistress of my nightmares.
Butchered hair a muddy grey.
Face of  sloth,
And body of a wildebeest.
Chills creep down the nape of my neck,
Down the curvature of my spine,
Raising every hair in an uproar of heightened senses.
The louder I hear her song,
The faster I force myself to run.
Faster.
Faster.
Louder.
Louder.
We're now standing face to face.
I see you.
How do you see me.
I Awaken,
It starts all over again.