Still, I dream

Still, I dream

Seeping through the white texture
myriad sentiments blue,
hint of solitude smudged across,
creased canvas, multihued

Reaping smile from yester's lips
doodling with unfermented wish,
misplaced, beneath a pile of
unwarranted gibberish.

But,
hope crowns each rising horizon
and, still, I dream.