Pink

Portrait made ill.

Night

Sent by the sun,

On tarnished roads,

Then Concrete dwelling,

An entrance laughs,

I look toward the pulsing strip,

Cars fade,

Only dancing lights remain.

I reccently had a dream in which I dreamt of going to a pink Las Vegas (or at least that is what my dream envisioned) with a childhood friend who I once had feelings for when she still lived nearby. In my dream I saw her with some other girl, it seemed as if they were in a relationship, when I saw them they were laughing against a golden wall. We were all in Golden Hotel staying together, I believe her mother was there as well. I tried my best to expand this world as much as possible and describe a fleeing love. I would have made it longer but I believe it says just about everything in these thirty words, thanks for reading.

Pink to blue

Voices fade,

Black then white

Neon signs blush,

Splashing steps,

Swinging doors,

Red

Yellow

Green

Golden flakes dazzle

Dull air- her words immaculate,

Marble tabletop,

Eggshell ceramic plates,

Melting strawberry shakes,

Midnight steps our way.

Another poem based on one of my dreams on a Pink City. I have used this world as a means of exploring varying aspects of love. I hope I have made the world clear enough to visualize, if not I will certainly do better.