On a perfect Noon
I lie on the bamboo couch.
Eyes closed and excited by colours.
Wondering what paint could catch that translucense.
Thinking of Rothko painting his trancendental blurey visions
Thinking of pale tropical seas.
crossing to India in flaming pinks and reds
In the Central Desert of sunset screaming hills.
Into Mexican caverns of green opaque pools.
All colour is a miracle spilling liquid in the Earth's aura.
In Earth's flowers and fruits.
Gleaming in skin and hair
And shadow and light
Tempting me to try and find it.
Colour oh colour!
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