The Abstractor brushes a green day

A pink sun hung in a star-studded rainbow sky

A nude autumnal tree at the conclusion of spring

Roots suck the life from a metallic river of red

That springs from one cobble of a cobblestone road

With a roof for a floor

A wall for a door

An escape from your dreams

 

An expression of love, a hue of silent grey

Hate a fierce streak of violent violet

Joy emits rays of tempestuous black

From a fluorescent ball of laughter

Hanging like a Christmas bauble on a yonder tree

With a roof for a floor

A wall for a door

An escape from your dreams

 

Two lost souls make love on an empty beach

‘neath the dull moon held in a steel mesh hammock

Swinging gently between the arms of Morpheus

They both await the blanket of summer snow

That will protect them from the ravages of a turbulent year

With a roof for a floor

A wall for a door
An escape from your dreams

 

Life may just be an abstract expression

The institutionalised may be considered the sane

The straight jacket of social conformity

It is applied like the painting's gilded frame

Should we not be troubled by others' enforced perceptions?

With a roof for a floor

A wall for a door

Hold on to your dreams