Picasso Paradox

my mind is an abstract vase, adorned with crystal gold lines~  from pixelated pearls homing whimsical wishes                and blue-rose reveries, a Picasso paradox           painted with         sculptured serenity... but as violin warmth of melancholia  ricochets in hypnotic cadence listen to the lethargic starlight    orchestrate a concerto ~ depicting this tired tongue,    s e a r c h i n g for a major chord          of magical mellifluence to summon the silver                    of your citrine moon...  for when i n k flows between   sun-blushed seas         in feisty meter I still trace your         blue-blaze vibrance~ drawing an ardent ambience          of l o v e before the r a i n...