Dreams don’t come in black and white.
They slip through the cracks of waking life,
wearing shades no eye has ever seen—
a twilight blue that hums like a lullaby,
a golden haze that smells of distant summers,
a green so soft it feels like moss beneath your feet.
Some dreams wear the pink of nostalgia,
blooming like petals in forgotten gardens,
while others hide in the storm-grey of fear,
their shadows stretching long and cold.
There’s the crimson flash of longing,
an ember of a face you almost remember,
and the pearlescent shimmer of joy,
fleeting,
elusive,
gone by morning.
But some dreams—
some are painted in colors unnamed,
hues that dissolve when the sun rises,
like the purple-orange of a horizon that only exists
between sleep and waking.
If I could bottle these colors,
I’d keep them in glass jars on my windowsill,
tiny universes of all I’ve ever hoped for,
all I’ve ever feared.
But instead,
they fade,
slipping through my fingers like sand,
leaving behind the faintest tint
of wonder,
of what could have been.
© 2024 Samantha Syrnich TLC
Art: ‘Cascade Of Dreamlight”
Published by Samantha Syrnich TLC
About The Hand Behind The Phoenix Quill— I’ve lived many lives within one — some born of light, some forged in fire. Each left its mark, and in the ashes, I found my voice. The Phoenix Quill was never just a name; it became my heartbeat — a place where pain turned to purpose, and truth was no longer something to survive, but something to share. I am a poet, artist, advocate, and storyteller — guided by a love that refuses to die quietly. Through words and imagery, I tell stories of resilience, of rising when the world says you’ve fallen too far. My work carries pieces of the people and places that shaped me — veterans, children, the voiceless, the forgotten — and the fire that demanded their stories be heard. Every poem, every painting, every creation under The Phoenix Quill is born from that promise: to turn heartbreak into healing, to honor truth even when it burns, and to remind others that they, too, can rise. This is my life’s work — to give voice to the silence, hope to the weary, and beauty to the broken. Welcome to The Phoenix Quill: Words Born of Fire, Inked in Truth. Where ashes become art — and every word remembers how to rise.
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