beautiful colours to think of

echoes in my head ... hitting my skull from inside
perfectly distributed ... like sand corns
which the wind blows on the beach
while the moonsun shines from behind a cloud
reflected as a swimming blue surrounded eye

... some thoughts have a certain sound ...

and the sand runs though your fingers
again as ever and perfectly as before

:: partly based on
A_Portrait_of_the_Artist_as_a_Young_Man
http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/James_Joyce

There is not past, no future;
everything flows in an eternal present

colours of sunandbass