Soul Palette

Wandering along a river bank lost and confused.

Coming toward me a man in white offers a flower that I refused.

Resting on a log caught up in the sunsets reflection of melting hues.

Blinding white blocks my view, looking down I can only make out shoes.

The flower once again is offered with the words, "This is you."

Beauty embraces me but my ego screams, "That's not true!"

The landscape dissolves leaving a blank canvas crisp and white.

"Recreate the sunset." the flower becomes a paint brush, every color imaginable to my right.

Wavering I dab and swipe electrifying pink into a horizon.

Next all the colors of rainbow sherbet blend sky into water and it starts to become fun.

Canyons, mesas of burning red and oranges exploded into view.

Towering evergreens grounded by carpets of wild flowers purple and blue.

The child inside blows glitter into the air stars ignite like fireworks in an indigo sky.

Lost in the magnificence before me I begin to cry.

Remembering my companion my constant companion doubt reminds me I have failed my task.

"I have created a fantasy not what you asked."

"I have never been to such a place and do not know how it came to be."

Taking my hand he says, "Welcome home this is your essence open your heart and see."