Crimson Dreams

close your eyes now for a bit - you in the back too, I'll wait - and keep 'em closed too now think back to the first time, when you hadn't started school yet and you lived in the now, then you could be the tree you climbed you were the sky you arced you became the thing you thought now keep 'em closed, and squint again see the spots inside, the dots of red inside your eyes, like the first time they were always there though the first time you saw them you were amazed at the kaleidoscope the turning shaded yellows to red the very blood of your being becoming dreamy soft breathing in the late autumn, late afternoon sun oblique through the window and your cat ears quietly twitching © Goode Guy 2013-11-18 ekphrastic for 2013-11-24 at the Charles Taylor Art Museum of pastel "Tuxedo Nap" by Mary Christie