feeling pink in the vineyard
high on the hill of dreams
the heart leaped in and out
rose-stained glassy skies
flattened everything to silhouettes
lightly swept from row to row
across the softened mind
went and came, quiet, quiet
winds funneled through
enveloped intimate domains
colored fields opened in the middle
to an earthly paradise of matter
lost in creative solitude
walked the labyrinth of sleep
circled in towards the dream
by Genece Hamby, Contemporary Digital Artist & Poetry