
Singled Out by the Dream

You are my one distinct and silent voice resting deep in stillness singled out by the dream
The water lily screamed out at me, “Single me out in the dream”. So, I did! I brushed bright blue paint until it screamed, “Stop! Enough already!” So, I did! Then, everything got quiet until the lily pads yelled, “Hey, not fair! Give us color!” So, I did! I gave them color, but different from the lily that wanted to be singled out in the dream. Again, everything got quiet. That is until the color palette started shouting and jumping off of the images, creating trails of dots everywhere. They were freed and running rampant. I couldn’t stop them. So, finally I stopped! Everything got quiet. So did I…and a light appeared in the painting. Just enough for the blue lily to be singled out by the dream.
–genece hamby