of the light's caressing brushstrokes
I paint up today's illusions
as is caressed in the water's rhythm

murmuring colours of reflections
drownd in details by mirroring pictures
of what is beyond

easels feet
the oaks smoothly roots
in the earth

then, the evening sun breaks forward
and the cascade of colours
I perceive

that the water was on fire in its rapid power
there, my glance drowned
forward, a desiring dream joined

in one cacophony of movement
in the small river's rapid power
I placed my thoughts

view validated with commend