Letters

Dreams are done with all the colors inside One by one they come through and start their glow With flickering corset from black to white snow From their deep connotation of shading glide The reason of words in their meaning define Sketching a thought with an outside viewing Within a context of importance arguing Through their phrases on the page line by line Senses distorted through time and understanding Playfully going like black dots to the eyes Or universes in Big Bangs expanding Rowing through their mysteries of disguise Vapors of alphabets into their own Ordinary or complexes never known * See the reason for this poem here: http: //www.flickr.com/photos/peter_s_quinn/3715066078/