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.