The great painter of horizons dips his brush in dreams.
But this he cannot paint; the world beyond color.
Velvety becomes the canvas when he tries to paint.
Fluctuating like the waves, too wet for the eyes.
For the world beyond color is beyond dreams.
The monochrome rainbow is a bridge to oceans.
And only lidless eyes may see its bottom.
Still he tries to paint it in vain.
