The Street Was Painted In Blue

Written: © Maxima

I was awaken by dreams
The street was painted in blue
The wooden fences were crooked
Some people were leaning
Against them

The morning is a bit chilly
I cover your naked body
Kissing your sleepy lips…
I leave the window open
So the birds can sing to you
While I’m away
You’re beautiful
I love you

Reading your poem I can immediately see, feel and smell – much the same as I can hear the voices mentioned in the dream … Quite remarkable that your words and your description – which seems to be so simple (meant positively!) is generating such “visions” and is producing paintings and emotions so powerfully. Wonderful!
Sending you my best wishes!