That’s all there is:
A dark and empty space that I can reach into
An invisible floor beneath me to support
But how I came here is a mystery left to my thoughts.
That’s when inks of faded periwinkle purple spiral into my sight.
With my hands I touch the ink and twirl the ink;
It spins around my arm and spaces out in the dark air
Suddenly another color of ink shoots through the air — a powdered yellow
Then there’s more: a sunset orange and a flamingo pink
And again I play around with them,
Twirling and twirling it
Until suddenly a picture fades out the darkness
And the picture washes over and embraces me.
I become a part of the picture I’ve created
A calming blue seeps from the sky and I make an ocean in this place
Alas, a masterpiece:
A cliche view of a sunset on the beach
With the waters dashing against the sand,
Wearing it down and bringing it back to where it came
The sun saying farewell in a fiery summer explosion of colors before nightfall
And I stand from afar,
Yards away from the tides
But still feeling the seafoams and bubbles welling up in me.
There’s a knocking in the sky:
The sound of a storm to come.
Shards of black ice break into the scenery
Black glass falling and destroying the sun, the ocean, the sand
And it just keeps falling until it all becomes black again
And then I open my eyes