TheBanyanTree: Phone Call

[Maria Gibson]

Color bloomed on canvas as we talked. 
Your faint distraction kept my rapt attention;
an hour passed.

The picture lost a vital part of its life but
a rebirth gave way to a balloon,
taking space with a flower
and a seeing eye
on a plain where nightmares
and dreams live in imperfect
harmony. 

Philosophies, books, our histories
subjects to explore came to life and light
not one second of pause or lack.
(warm voices share)
Your quick answers were exciting,
your thoughts divided between that which you
created and allowed me see
and me.
 
You believe I entered your painting and
I believe you crept into my head. 
Fascinating.

Maria