A Hippies Dream
Close your eyes real tight and wait for the colors to appear...
Psychedelic swirls of color
Fill the vacant room
Floating on grey clouds
And silver crescent moons
All is void
Except for the colors of the infinite night
Forming shapes and phantom shadows
That can only be seen in the absence of light
The retro squirms of color
Take shape without reason or rhyme
Following with closed eyes
is a wondrous waste of time
In the act of focusing in
They slowly fade away
And only traces of the rainbow
Can be seen in the light of day
About the Creator
Vondell J. Burns
I write creatively about God, Love and the color Black.
I write thought leadership and advice pieces on creative entrepreneurship and content production.
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