Walls Painting Brushes

Can you see the colors as they Philosophically fully fade To ghastly ghostly shades of gray Where once leaping lies, they lay Under lids the walls can be seen Painting the brushes bright, shiny its sheen Right in the colors' in between Bleeding into the background scene With waters' path under the over Connecting reds to the greens' forth clover And to a golden treasure trover Echo's sing the blues for the sea, cave cover Yellows dance through white clouds' wind Reflecting off scales, of river's fish finned To a brown tail, on a donkey, pinned Into eyes of the wordsmith painter, who grinned When he watched the canvass texture leap From and into dreams that aren't meant to keep Where life's love lives on mountains' sides steep And tears down the mountain slides Create thoughts so deep