Doug Walters – Phosphenes
Blue and expanding
and seen with eyes closed,
like the tears of a mountain
beneath the light of moon beams.
The shapes will change
like moods of a child,
like the fall that dies for winter,
giving birth to frozen dreams.
In summer eyes
red flowers burst as
idle fists rub out the sweat
from sunny days.
Red hurricanes,
an easel of dreams
painting fantasies for those
who in sleep chase the sun’s rays.
ManicWorld Magazine 