Future Canvases Unknown

Life's mind-colors,
like the number paintings stored in attic webs,
having become dust covered pleasures of memories past,
when Ferris wheels rotated dreams,
calliope horses-pole imaginations galloped gently,
Cotton candy playing catch-me-if-you-can.

How easy awareness painted the future,
laid down the colors most apparent.
Reds of sunset passions.
Blues of ebb and tide.
Yellows of cornfield mazes.
Green making all the landings plush as summer lawn.

Primary hues,
like even-numbered shapes
fall short the color containment.

Nature’s boundaries bleed,
as chance pushes risk.

Mustards find full-up dance cards.
Purples hemorrhage bruises once flawless cover.
Gray becomes reality's true color.

No blacks.
No whites.

Simple brush strokes
evolve to palette knife strata.

Thickness of time layers over.
Numbered boundaries melt away.
Framed borders cease to be.

How wonderful this wanderlust.

Wisdom's gift-wrapped beginning,
ever grateful the loft-stored memories,
thankful the web's defending watch
protecting time-made colors,
many with no names,
no identity.

Initiation's flirtatious way,
patiently mixing aroused shades,
tints and dyes to be cast.

How intuit,
tomorrow's canvases unknown.