My dream was in technicolors.
A feeling of dwindling vitality last summer,
My life a black canvas.
Raging strokes on an easel,
Sombre hues dimmed grey.
You walked by and stole a glimpse,
With your palette you splashed some pink.
An unique work of freestyle,
Scribbles of happiness you drew a smile.
You dotted the canvas a sky full of stars,
Like liquid gold in silver jars.
I will always remember those warm brushes,
Thank you for your kaleidoscopic colors.