Painting Dream

It was a dream I had one night.
It included paint and one single swipe.
I was building a new room for myself.

And I did not need any help.
Around me were buckets of colorful paint.
So colorful,so much paints.

That you might gasp or faint.
One swipe with the brush is all it took.
And a couch materialised in front of my very eyes.

I swiped again.
And it made a carpet in stripes.
I swiped once more.

And it made a colorful window and door.
The whole room looked like an oil painting divine.
And it took barely any time.

With my magic paint,I become a colorful saint.
And I build the whole room in color.
With lovely shading,and candle for odor.

Another swipe and it came to life.
So that I can sleep peacefully tonight.
The paint somehow never ran out.

And materials with magic is all I found.
I asked myself,how could this happen?
How could I dream of this?

Is it weird or unique?
And can someone resist?
Imagine if you could paint like this for real.

Like a yellow window,or a carpet in teal.
It could be a dream.
And it would make everything easier.

It won’t take you days to build.
A color filled painting.
Just a single swipe and I’ll be alright.

Let me use some red.
Some blue,so that we are fed.
What a combination,pink and red.

Cotton candy colored sheets in bed.
And white will get you wed.
All colors are unique.

And it’s an easy fix.
And black soundly sleeps.
Green paints the wall.

Purple makes you fall.
And brown like dirt helps you grow.
Yellow sunshine flow.

And a chinese red bow.
All colors were of use.
They like to play and amuse.

Color and talent fuse.