Three pastels and browns
A painting in words
Reverberating on broken rules
Righteous laws of the fragmented world
Pastel lands, browns and green
deep blue seas
and spring.
Careful what you ask for
careful who you choose
carefully get your mind off
the pattern of your snooze
Careful when you wake up
and what you wake up to
carefully tread in your dreams
and feign the comatose
Take care of that seamless skin that defines your being
(Button well so no seam be seen)
Carefully paint the spring with budding pastels and a touch of brown
Since on cloudy march skies, the moons don’t glow
Only dreams stomp in reverie.
