I sleep underneath the
Dolmen, a plethora of
Tea-scented dreams accompanying me
In a watercolor memory

Walking past your creations
Of power and childhood;
Hymning spirits guiding me
Through a watercolor memory

A moment of serenity
Amidst a tempest of
Rebirth, spiralling me gently
'Cross a watercolor memory

Flitting words upon yellow
Paper, folding them into
Makeshift temples, praying softly
With a watercolor memory

Draping veils immersed in
Remembrance along a balustrade
Of your magnetism, forming
This, a watercolor memory

Mirrors mirroring the seasons
Into infinity, showing me
The beauty of transitions
Whispering a watercolor memory

Drawing mosaics into sand
And earth filled with
Ghosts of ephemeral heartbeats
Beating a watercolor memory

Kneeling upon a midden
Of unimaginable allurement, ululating
A drum song which
Remembers a watercolor memory