God looks like an orange

Colors in My Mind

I opened my eyes

that summer's day

while peeling an orange

the usual way

it's bright juicy pods

glistened inside

I said to my self

there must be a God

I must have been five , four or possibly three

I recall that Sky King

blared from a TV

I felt joy unseen

this must be a dream,

while discovering colors

mostly unseen

my first mural painted

was in finger paints

the wall of the staircase

my first one complete

I then painted anything

that I could find

my very next canvas,

made of medal

so fine

it was my kiddie car

aqua blue

with it's go go pedals

so true

it soon also was coated

by an oily white brush

turpentine got me dizzy

I woke in my room

a breeze stirred the curtains

the colors in the weave

lines full of colors

light thru a screen

seeing vibrational lines

like giant guitar strings

the colors of sound

this must be my way

that I have just found