Emi

Painted Dream

Running through the trees

In a silent painted dream

Drops of color flying by

Bright stars in the sky

Children playing in the breeze

The children so gently appease

The breeze so purple

So blue; so green

Dabs of white

Form carefree daisies

Blowing gently and freely

In the delicate reeds

Now I’m asking why

Oh why did I go?

Thrown back into a world

Of woe and reality

Now I’m searching

For a fragment

Of that painted dream