Prismatic Reverie

In the canvas of dreams, colors dance and sing, A symphony of hues that whispers to the soul. Each stroke a memory, each splash a fleeting thought, A kaleidoscope of life, where chaos finds its hold. The sky above, a canvas of the infinite, A tapestry of light and shadow intertwined. Below, the earth mirrors the heavens' embrace, A vibrant pulse of life, a silent, sacred space. Here, the artist's hand becomes the painter of the mind, Transforming chaos into a vision divine. The viewer stands, a witness to the dance, A mirror to their own, a soul's own chance. For in this art, we see ourselves reflected, A prismatic reverie, a journey unreckoned. Through the brushstrokes, we find our own truth, A world of colors, a world of youth. So let the colors guide you, let them lead, Through the labyrinth of your own deep need. For in this art, you'll find your own light, A prismatic reverie, a journey of flight.