I saw

[cacian]

I had this image in my head
I could see it take out in shape
it felt as if the words
fell first
followed by sentinelles
of waves and vows

what appeared next were cubic
swirls
in miniatures of dotted gold
that turned into a picture
frame
then starred at me with eyes
wide styled
I could not but touch
it to claims
ribbons of paint came out in rows
their colour fays were pastels
glow
with hints of orange
ruby spice
I stepped away from it
for view
to synchronise its movement
flow
when figures strayed iconic rays
displaying twist of tunes
and sounds
then they flew straight out
in splash
and brushed a canvas
white and blue

I had this image in my head
It came to me as I looked
around
to see if I could make it out
to my surprise
astonished self
I captured it in moment
high
in a silhouette
of
the perfect world