Painting My Dream Poem by Chris Embrick

From the ocean of experience
In life's subconscious stream
In the stillness of the silence
Drifting deeper in the dream
Perused the banks, drifting slowly
Let no detail miss the eye
Just ahead the forest opened
Spread before me mornings sky
Subtle violets, greens, and yellows
Fair weather clouds to catch the light
Along the shore the tree tops glisten
Dripping from the fog of night
Soon a sky of rainbow colors
Reflected in the sapphire lake
Nature's beauty touched the canvas
Long before my time to wake
From the hues of my subconscious
Found the colors for the scheme
The landscape bathed, soft and glowing
My soul began to paint the dream
Hours later at my easel
Colors blended, harmonized
At days end, I signed the painting
My canvas filled with the sunrise
No place near that I imagined
The lake, the sky, trees and stream
I placed it on my wall of memories
Hanging with my other dreams.