Nathalies Dream

Letters brush,

by words become

mind command,

paints color,

a picture,

of syllable by

bind.

A symphony

of shades,

or worlds that collide?

Each color,

even tone -

a meaning to find,

like music left

volume low,

a melody so

hidden must

glow.

Even landscape -

of beauty -

words contained,

within these

- you -

linger

-awakening line - of

memory th

at seemed faint.