I’d write it like a heatwave on a blistering sunny day
through the oceans of blue words and white flowers
I’d swim through lines and lines of waves and
hitch a ride with the grey fishes

I’d draw up the moon and climb a ladder to perch on it
and sprinkle down white dots of stars for dreamers
to dream a mountain of writings and words
and take them on their own separate adventures

I’d blow bubbles and bubbles of images
and sketch amazing structures of anything
and perhaps later I’ll meet another colored pencil
who can color my world and share the dream.