Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Symbiosis

I paint words
With open eyes,
And dreams unfold,
Freezing the time
Into feelings of gold.

I see music,
Pearly teardrops,
Stirring up inside
Restless words,
And pictures alive.

I sing sculptures,
Molding the space
Into translucent shapes,
With starry eyes,
And silhouetting arms.

I hold brushes of colors,
Blossomed into shapes,
I hold constellations of words,
Melted,
Danced into notes.


© Copyright 2011 Cristina Miller.

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