Blank Dream

I’ll float on endlessly
Senses alluding me
This long horizon to this open sea…

~*~

a gabardine slate

in falling reveries

jilted aquamarine

of sweet rosemary

and hues of pastel

flourishing in blots

in field of lavender

tying sailor’s knots

lost aurora borealis

an occasion of hues

vivid shades collide

fed up with the blues

a grey sky lights up in stars

and in starkest chromaticity

but somehow a blank dream

is all my hazy eyes can perceive.

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