and our old friend said:
it is like a white canvass...
the whiteness of night lily
under the full moon, clear skies,
soft and white.
we paint our dreams and nightmares on that white canvass.
and then when we look deeper
we see there is no difference
between paintings we do in sleep
and those in seeming wakefulness.
both are splashes of emotional colours--
violet, indigo, blue, green, yellow, orange, red...
we are so mesmerized by the colours
the dreams and nightmares seem so real
we forget the white canvass, the very base.