Faded Memories

There is no rainbow here the mind erases them all in fast succession into some dull opaque gray white progression until not a single image or dream re-appears. Once there was a palette of colors flowing a pastel sketch campitura upon the empty easel unprotected each color fades in painfull recall sequel poorly painted until someone else's picture is showing. Bleeding down along the edge every color fades each into the next and with the camouflage of displays flexed slip away the rainbow bloom wedged. A couche glaze reflects the light giving into saturated blends fugitive licensed blacks wrapped in the haze clouded visions of dark grays stacked with the memories that grisaille the night. Now with each color faded, all of what was you and me remains the untold story of impasto shaded hues varnishing frame and canvas with the memory true a sfumato memory that breathes air with tears to salt the sea. .