I found chalk on the holding
of sky shimmers, then I composed
on the blank spaces that where
echoes of what was drawn in
memories of yesterdays dreams.
Barren slate needed the imagination,
woven between fingers streaming
across an arborealis of creativity.
I am the drawer of dreams that
were colourless and now fill a void.
I outlined the slumbering's of what were
just blank smudges. Now revitalized,
I'm within this moment, a collage of
colourful wishes that I created before I
look smiling, tomorrows imaginings drawn again.
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 7:03 PM UTC
I found chalk on the holding
of sky shimmers, then I composed
on the blank spaces that where
echoes of what was drawn in
memories of yesterdays dreams.
Barren slate needed the imagination,
woven between fingers streaming
across an arborealis of creativity.
I am the drawer of dreams that
were colourless and now fill a void.
I outlined the slumbering's of what were
just blank smudges. Now revitalized,
I'm within this moment, a collage of
colourful wishes that I created before I
look smiling, tomorrows imaginings drawn again.
