Pinks and Sepias

Worlds blend like paint on the canvas of life, 
as you dip the bristles into your cup,
and oil and water drip onto the canvas.

 While the world drifts away,
between the wisps of pink and sepia tones, 
float, I float,
on the clouds,
carried on the waves of light
that dance across my line of sight.

 Yet,
as floaters twist and turn,
and flowers burn, wrapped in hemp, 
it’s with content I sit,
and watch the sun set across a beautiful world.