A PICTURE COMES TO LIFE

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Please follow me
Through the colors.
Past shimmering glass
And stacks of crayons.

The blue glass mirrors
Puffy cotton balls.
Scraggly arms reach high
to the ball of fire.

Can you hear the drums?
Flight of winged creatures.
Soaring high above,
too close to the fire.

Come closer and see
What my minds has wrought.
A scene near and dear.
To my thoughts and dreams.