The landscape loved

I  first found  reverie  through  picture books
Safe in bed, and safe from mother’s looks
Then I used to gaze at magazines-
Advice on what to wear and how to seem.
Catalogues are free and I used them
To look at dresses sweet or handsome men.
Into a blissful dream of eyes  that gleam
I’d  be made one with all that is and seems
No vigilancy needed in my bed
Surrounded by the books I’ve  often read
I read my favourites  till they are absorbed
Their images all mingle till  they mate
To be transformed to   metaphors at night.
Before the rising sun brings its great light
Then my sleep is reverie indeed
I see the landscape s loved  once more unfreeze