Longing


Near-perfect hues of pink and blue
evaporate before my eyes.
Painstakingly I must pursue
this colour fate; this canvas prize.

I walk within a mirrored cloud,
upon a velvet moss.
endeavour to cast off this shroud
remove my soul from earth-bound dross.

To climb and not descend again
and feel the sun's warm golden arms.
The silver screen behind the rain;
the end to nervous, small alarms.