(Commission, watercolors & Ink)
I am free
I am altitude of color and mint
converge on the waves of the gulf.
If you float salute me above the blue
reserve the title for another time.
You will only know my secret name
and hear the music from our sunset.
If next week does not come
this afternoon is enough.
The color of your shadow below the sands
your fingers measuring the clouds.
I am restless. I am flight of ink and
blooming burgeon harmony.
In my eyes you will catch a thriving dream.
Play it so and put it in your pocket.
Let the moon rise and you will always find home.