like a watercolour blend of endless

pastel dreamings made of candy floss clouds,

you swirl silkily around my fingertips

until the drumbeat drops and

i fall into the melody.

baby blues and greens

cloud my eyes as dusty

pink washes away my memories

and the echoing yellows

dance behind my eyelids.

(they say only the good die young)

but i am to overwhelmed

by the dusty rainbows of our meoldy

(gotta lust for life)

your symphony of colour

(keeps us alive)