The tip of a stallion’s tail paints the ripened walls of a Victorian Manor,
Edging the corners of each windowpane, there exists a glimpse of childhood glamour, sealed with stain glass paper mache-

Drowning in liquid blush.                 Watering flowers on canvas.
                      Sketch skies from scratch.                    Moisture in the rough wood.                                    
      Shading lips of an awning.                       Leaking dissolved gutters.        

Bleeding innocence for public eyes- Reviving youth in summer coded tapestries,
Such a beautiful residence, unique in design with romantically crafted shutters,
The exterior emulates ecstatic dreams, composed by the tropical contents within,
The interior imitates indigo seams, stitched by a face in the
Shadows,
Clouds,
Steam,
Dust,
And,
Me,
I

This spacious mansion reveals rippled reflections of imagination, as she melts peacefully in the Spring rain, and dries most comparable to running mascara,

A seasonal attraction is morphed into the portrait of a generation- Striving to follow a receding path across forgotten rainbows,

The Universe orbits in the mist with the presence of-
Water Colors & Oil Pastels,
Telling A Story,
Forever.