In the shade
Of leaves of a whithered tree,
Me, in the
Noonlight window..
Sitting and painting,
With Colourless paint
Made of
God’s particles
Originated
At
the birth of Universe…
You,
Touching on my long fingers…
Ma ears,
Hearing something…
Eyes closed
I am !
Filling,
Becoming Soupy,
Sprouting,
And
Exuding…
The
Dream wore kisses
Spreading
As lightning…
And
I become colors….
In the four rooms
Of Ma heart,
The aroma thickens …
The coloured
noonspring slowly roves…
Now,
tell me,
Where are we!