Poem: Painting My Own World

Written by CrushedBeauty on February 18, 2009

Like a paintbrush to a canvas, I paint my own world

Hills carry on into the distance, closed flowers become unfurled

My eyes meet a pink sky merging with clouds made of candy floss

Tomorrow I’ll paint the sky purple and below it a magical bridge to cross

As the creator of this land, I have much power, I’ve never felt so free

Looking onto the water, like Moses I can divide it like the Red Sea

Rollercoaster’s form behind me and Kaleidoscopes print reflections in a multi-colored pattern

Sitting dazed in a carousel peering into a microscope I’m convinced I see Saturn

The golden ring now appears to be larger because I’m no longer on the ground

Floating in the air passing shiny stars, the Earth disappears including the fairground

With the bristles full of color and the canvas complete, I’ve reached the end

But I take a new canvas to begin a new story, there’s another world to transcend