Poem: I confine my logic to lines

I confine my logic to lines
running through life.
With colors I paint my space 
and sound fills the void of my
being.

I dream of white clouds
edgeless breaths through
a blue escape, and wake 
to ink running through
the horizons. 

Night rejoices in pointilist dark
sprinkles space through needle pine
Dawn fades into view the absolute.