Weaving a dream.
Wide awake..
Not a trace of sleep in my tired lids...
It's a fugue in technicolour...
Lots of green,  red and blues,  
pink of flesh,  a bit of yellow,  
Violet and ochre..
More there are..
That's not of it all...
Swirling and sticking in fractal patterns..
Vibrating colours resonating through my bones..
waves of liquid radiation permeating the cytoplasm.
Pheromonal colours casting heady notes..
The eyes see it,  the heart feels it,  
the mind studies it,  the hands caress it...
The senses,  limited by the  number six,  
coming to grasp the boundless!!!

Such infinite.....???

What???

beauty...