WHEN COLOURS DREAM

WHEN COLOURS DREAM

I wandered through a dream,
Where nothing stayed as seen,
The colours changed their place,
And danced without a face.

The red became the sun,
The blue began to run,
The purple formed a door,
I’d never seen before.

I stepped inside the green,
To somewhere in-between,
Where orange rivers flowed,
Along a golden road.

A turquoise creature flew,
Across a sky of blue,
It didn’t have a name,
And never looked the same.

The pink began to sing,
Of every hidden thing,
The yellow laughed aloud,
And floated like a cloud.

No clocks were ticking there,
No worries filled the air,
No yesterday could stay,
No fear could find its way.

Then morning called my name,
The colours weren’t the same,
They slowly slipped from view,
As waking people do.

But somewhere in my mind,
That world was left behind,
And waits for me each night,
To dream itself alight.