A painting

 

A rain of colors

falls from the cyclops'

eye

as he dreams of

sweet rainbows

and the northern lights

A dyed sea

under the midnight sun

waits for the giant to wake

while a phantasmagoric vortex

jumps out of his head

Our colorful orb

flies around the star of fire

and we dance

in the red rhythm

of a green music

for we are the naiads

of a manic painting