Dreaming Colors

Picture (If you will)
shear blue curtains
blowing across rippled hot sands
a brush of wind
carried midair
it lands slow motional
draping itself around canvas
that is lost in the dry desert
there you would find
a stage for the eyes imagination
where the artist bring substance
meditating
inside a dull scenery of silent back rooms
writing colors
on a picture of words
fashioning itself
into existence
a wet cool
oasis of waterfalls
ahead in the distance
hear the breeze of blue clapping hands
a private tidal wave of standing ovation
a written performance
stored on ageless pages
of many bookshelves of hidden oasis