Night Vision

Do you dream in colour? Asked softly.

Whispering upwards to the evening sky.

The gaze turned to me, staring intently �

And which language translates your mind�s eye?

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It caught me in the chest, this breathless star.

My soul painted a prismatic picture.

An abstract of an inner nebula.

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Away from the lock of outer stricture.

Gaudy and brash – a Warhol for the wall.

A Bansky balloon subversive but fun.

Welcome –

Respite from the monochrome of it all.

In night�s gentle gaze a touch of the sun.

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And in sleeping, waking dreams may it come.

Freedom from the nothing and the –

no one.