Imaginary Colors

High in a tower made from grains of sand

I paint a scenic dream land.

Whom will it be that discovers 

my world of brightly painted colors?

Brushed onto a translucent canvas

are images that with one touch will vanish. 

Each stroke portraying a fleeting thought

that life's experiences have brought.

The tide swiftly erodes the base of the tower

Swiftly  pulling away by the hour.

Soon to be swept out to sea

there is no time to flee.

Washed away by a wave

is the portlet to serenity I couldn't save.

My body drug into the water 

and pushed back onto shore

the intensity of creativity becomes more.

This time I will paint the sky

with new hues that please the eye.

Never seen before is the striking brushstrokes of my dreams.

There are more colors in a rainbow than it seems.

with long flowing tail and a fin.