
Open your eyes for me.
Sparkle and shine for me.
Purple on one side.
As deep as your pride.
Lighter on the other.
Pretty as they hover.
Open your eyes for me.
Sparkle and shine for me.
Purple on one side.
As deep as your pride.
Lighter on the other.
Pretty as they hover.
Day/Night
Open your eyes for me.
Sparkle and shine for me.
Purple on one side.
As deep as your pride.
Lighter on the other.
Pretty as they hover.
Dalì, Swans Reflecting Elephants. 1937.
No one can create a picture like Dali.
A picture with hidden meanings about his many obsessions.
The more you stare at it, the more you can see.
Disturbing images from Dali’s youth.
Could that be Dali standing off to the left side
by himself, with his hands in his pockets,
staring off into space?
A man who never fit in with his peers or society.
A man who used his demons to create works of art.
This is a better place to dream about.
A garden with reindeer and butterflies.
A small waterfall cascading over the rocks.
Birds flying high in the sky.
Dream on!
This is how my mind feels like now.
A little foggy and confused.
Some place between awake and asleep.
With little green men blowing horns.