Putting the brushes into a jar
I view the picture from afar
See how interesting the shapes become,
Trees saying, hey come,
Come dance with me have some fun
Hug me, lean back and see the sun
As it rises in the branches it will show
the flowers of the fruit that will grow.
The sun in the blue sky is a hot tool
Just a whisper of a cloud to keep it cool
Look at the stream as it trickles to nought
The minnows and tiddlers ready to be caught
No children in the picture as yet,
Busy getting their jamjars and nets
This dream in a picture is for real
life as it should be not surreal
Life of hope no longer pain
Dreaming of the time when I am me again
I look at my hands covered in colours galore
Paint I can wash away, dreams I store.
May 9 . 2013.