Painted colours

Painted colours break the surging in my head
While angels speak of friends that are dead
I talk to the sun and whisper to the moon
Can the Gods beleive when the sleeper wakes too soon
I am the sky, my voice the sighing wind
I climb the mountains and shout the eagles friend
I am the sea, I shelter the broken boat
I caress the earth and those ships that remain afloat
Washed up with the tide, I am the dying cod
Alone on the sand, the victim of my God
And I wake with the sun from the singing in my mind
If I close my eyes again what will I find