The last painting...

Paintings on the undulating canvas of time, I often make,
sketched by my flikering imagination,
and colored by visions of love filled times.

Plunges into the ocean of fantasies, I often take,
realizing that beyond this dimension i see,
there lies that dimension i can always create.

One of these days, I wish it were all real,
the dolphins swimming across the horizon,
the heavenly clouds wispering rain songs,
and the ocean water colored in crystal greens,
all for me, and for my love
in whose arms i lay,
in the sands of the golden beach,
gaze for gaze,
breath for breath,
we are one,
like the setting sun mating with passionate waves
under the blanket of the evening sky.

One of these days, I wish it were all real,
no longer then would i fly into star filled night,
and this dream will never break,
as i wish i'll never wake.