Palette Head

Vivid dreams are far and scarce,
but for you, they come so much.
I would love so much
to dream with you,
and walk the linings
of your creating.

caught in motion my head would be.
Spinning circular telepathy.
My head would be lifted
just like yours
to a place beyond heaven's stars.
Beyond what time itself could not grasp.

Someday I'll swim in your palette head.
Until the sky rains down till it bleeds.
I then will fly up high and expand,
so that your color wont ever wash out
from your dreams.