The canvas

starts to paint itself

in seven different colors.


The seven colors

paint it twice,

exactly the same,

side by side.


As the double bridge forms,

unable to see where it starts and ends

covered by the cotton in the sky,

time slows down

and suddenly stops in my eyes.


As I look up to see the painting,

the sound of waves

gently whispers in my ears.


Even the soft summer breeze

stops in a blink of an eye

as it pauses in the air.


My feet sink in the

soft, foamy, pearly sand

as I gaze above.


The last ray of sunlight

is about to kiss the horizon


The colors fade on the canvas,

and it becomes dark.