yellows and blues

Painting in a dream

Watch myself remade behind a screen

Holding on tightly to

Any kind of meaning that could bring

Bringing in the red

Carmine touching to a Monet scene

Face contorted un

Till I become the scream

Close your eyes

Pick a sky

We might die

I'd hoped to reach those Van Gogh hues

But I resign myself

To Tarkovsky yellows and blues

Will I see myself as Klimt sees gold?

Unlikely given that

I'm slowly declining to mould

Holding so dearly to

All the red of yesterday's bleeding

Feed the beast inside

To convince myself that I'm not dreaming

Poetic renaissance

Cloud 9, reaching up, I'm losing feeling

Nobody touch me

Or I could lose all meaning

I'd hoped to reach those Van Gogh hues

But I resign myself

To Tarkovsky yellows and blues

Will I see myself as Klimt sees gold?

Unlikely given that

I'm slowly declining to mould

Hear Psithurism in the painted breeze

Realism rings true, I'm on my knees

Hear your euphoric voice calling for me

I reach out for you — serendipity

I'd hoped to reach those Van Gogh hues

But I resign myself

To Tarkovsky yellows and blues

Will I see myself as Klimt sees gold?

Unlikely given that

I'm slowly declining to mould

Close your eyes

Lose the sky

We have died