Paintings deep inside me,
nurture their way to Earth.
Night came, and I tiptoe across graveyards
trying not to disturb
those unfulfilled dreams that remain there.
Suddenly, the Earth moved to let the sun in.
I tried to paint the direction of the sun.
I was able to wash my face
with its golden nectar,
for my paints
colored the sky with spiritual echoes
that unfolded rays of laughter.
When rest finally settled in,
I went walking with the Sun.