The Rideau

I rinsed my paintbrushes in the Rideau River Watching a kaleidoscope of colours Dance with such an intensity It was the first time I Saw Acrylics come to life Among the minnows I am Vincent Van Gogh, I am Coated in Deep Crimson Reds and Rich Olive From the Green I was using for the mountain tops And Owl City Soundtrack Is resounding all around me Without any essence of a concern or worry I spent an afternoon floating directionless on The Pelican Turtles worshiping the sun as they raise their heads as I pass them Slowly The Heron Soars under the heaving clouds The leafs whisper excitedly Fall is approaching, As the sun sets over the Sandcastle Shores I am fashioned with Waterlilies Adorning my hair My campfire perfumed Hoodie Water that has become my Looking glass... it Is so calm, it looks like glass My wind strewn hair And Sun Kissed Cheeks. In this dream like state Of reality I am freed.