These Things...

These colours and textures of paint that sing;
These half-remembered dreams; this flowing light
That cascades into verses are the things
That inspire me. Winged vision and insight
Soar higher into bright cerulean skies.
Fresh flowers of love for old, broken hearts
I can sometimes glimpse where the future lies
Through cracks in current worlds. Poetry, Art
And Music merge into one great spirit
That transcends convention's narrow limits.