Painted with a tint of glow
So many colours these flowers flood
Each flower calling out, with its unique stroke
A sense of being a colour that no other flower is.
That innate sense of being 'one-of-a kind'.
The cool wind wafts the scent of
As I float with him
Over the river of colours
In this surreal dreamscape
There's more tranquility than colour
More reality than surrealism
More learning than teaching
All humbling me with the colorscape, prowess of his wisdom and love
The wafting cool winds bend me into an arc
Symbolising the unessential tiny being that's me
I float an ascending note of flight
It glides us, Him and me
(Dreamscape, so real, it makes me think its for real.)
WAKE UP DREAMING SOUL!
Len Deighton - The Bernard Samson series
1 year ago