Dreams of the Dellawisps

In my nightly dreams,

I walk in a moonlit garden

drawn to where the Dellawisps sing

there, under the cloying crush

of pink Brugmansia’s honey scent.

Drenched in dappling shadows and heart shaped leaves,

I walk on a watercolor sky, soft with a light that ever shines

with ice blue stars and a pink hued moon and then I close my eyes.

The tiny turquoise birds croon to my wearied heart

as if they know I fathom their mournful song

for they are the dellawisps from a gentler time

when the world was soft, was calm

where older souls with tender hearts

could thrive in the truth of pure love.

© Linda Lee Lyberg, May 2025

Author’s Note: I am reading a book right now called Other Birds, by Sarah Addison Allen. Dellawisps are not a real bird, but I am so captivated by them.Many thanks to the Author for the inspiration. It is an enchanting book.

Written for Shay’s Word Garden Word List