I dive into an ocean
Of colors
Like the sun
Had melted
A billion crayons
And they floated
A top of the sea
Waiting to coat
The world
If they would only
Dive in,
A world
Of Harold
And the purple crayon
Of my youth,
One stick
Could take
You anywhere
Then where
Could a billion
Take you?
The swirls around
The stars
Floated and moved
As if Van Gogh's
Starry night
Had come alive
Undulating on
The canvas
Now a body
Living and breathing.
Teddy bears
Come alive
With scribbles
To touch people
Gifts overflowing
As boxes and bags
Of crayons
And colored pencils
Flowed as
Easily as ink
& primary colors
Of tempera paint.
Galaxies of blank
Paper awaits
Caressing touches
Of the Muse
And the one
Who listens
To her…
Create
Fear not
There are only
Happy accidents
And
The process
Is just as,
If not more so,
Important
Than the
Final outcome…
Welcome to the lands
Of Colorama.
