Purple Dream

I've mentioned this poem too many times, it's a poem almost 10 years when I first read it. Oddly, I couldn't forget it. By Kit Chan.

Purple Dream
In a purple dream
the sun sets and rises
Time stand still
White lilies and satin sheets
pretty laced curtains
mirror on the ceiling
faded purple wall
-a romantic rebel's dream

I'd imagine it's summer, everything golden outside. Then, a girl with long wavy hair sat by the windows in her long flowy dress. She is looking out from the purple dream, longing or perhaps waiting for something, which never came by the window.