Weeping waifs’ diluted diary

A sleeping dragon’s cloud, bleeding soft blues

Taming beasts with brush and stroke of hues.

Efferent pastels to demure flower with wet elation’s

Revered soft pining of colorful jubilation,

Canvas of new, on blind white fields

Of untouched imagination, whispers, bends.

Longingly the colors bleed, the heart ascends.

On painter’s opus--deeper seas, the vivid soul’s

Recollection, rain drops, splash of heaven.

Silken gossamer dreams of us there & then.