I love to close my eyes
Allow my mind to drift away
To a place where life is wonderful
Where I’d love to stay

A hidden place where I see
A flowing canvas of my soul
Where the colours of my life
From an artist’s brush unfold

A stunning blazing sunset
Spreading out across the lake
Its warmth lingering long after
Like a spell that wouldn’t break

The emerald green of pastures
After the blessed rains
Or the dusty dirty taupe and brown
Depict another drought again

The pure white of a baby lamb
Suckling its mother’s teat
Before bouncing off to romp
On its four tiny feet

The silver of the morning frosts
Crunching beneath my feet
The crispness of the winter air
A stimulating treat

The azure blue of water
Or a beautiful clear sky
Or dappled clouds drifting
A gentle breeze passing by

The richness of the soil
Bold and beautiful I smell
With wide bold strokes
The artist captures it so well

Endless indigo night skies
A crescent moon aglow
Millions of sparkling stars
With me down here below

I love to close my eyes
And see the colours flow
Right into my heart
Where I forever hold them close.

Trish Johnston © 10 March 2020