Stoic

Once upon a dream
- of colorless -
images came to me
as I slept
on my brick mattress
of the color of the sky
and with a price tag
to be desired...
"nor to wonder"
was it made to comfort me?
or to make me feel
the agonizing pain of
being human
and having feelings
that have been... chained to my heart.


As I floated
in the empty space of
my fearless mind
I knew sub-realistically
- that my dream-
"was not real"
nor reality [ of my dreams ]
were about to happen
as some times we must sit
to think and to dream.

but...

I was wondering into space
looking for acrilyc paints
- so I could brush -
the images of my mind
and make them
"more acceptable"
to my selfconscious being.

As I brushed the colors of

-SUN-WATER-EARTH-

to the space where "I" was / "indeed"
maybe not floating but... - flying?
- the colors -
were washed by my tears.

I knew then...and I knew right after...
the compromise was eternal
"with" or "without"
colors-

Ethel