Finger painting on the sky, mural imagination. Light shades, water hues and stains of magenta or walnut. Building, dreaming, dwelling a place that has yet to manifest. Crazy as it feels mooring taught I reach beyond horizons.

Complex flavors of raisin and basted butter. Caramel and toffee sparkling stretched then pulled apart. Wishes thought out for seasons upon end only to change with a rapid pounding heart. What sits upon the swings beside you?

As perfect as apple’s crisp. Tart lemon sour. Trees and brooks and four winged bugs turning to race the curved edges of space. Scraping Skies with feathers born of mass, pressure and loft. Never near the sun so bright making the moon jealous.

Fires of dawn and molten cloud. Spectrum peeled asunder, eyes once captive freed. To learn the touch of whipped cremes, burnished brass and rawhide scent. Never meant to paint a picture yet the world within my head alive.

Beyond is not a place but a memory. Remembering from whence we came and where we’ve yet to go. I blow bubbles, shapes and emotion fury with blues and white of snow’s envy. Crystal clear and deep honed silver sharpened to slice worlds.

Words have no failure only patience in defining, face and pleasure. Nor Emotions sweet recalled as trophy for each challenge. In modicum of fancy, palm print with lines of love and life, stuck to the summer greens and amber miles before me.