the po~et 2 (coat of many colors)

A coat of many colors the kind worn by dreamers. Not the khaki one that he wore year after year. One that foretold of kingship and dominion. The one cloaked by one's father as his trembling hand anointed the head and spoke prophetic words--that coat.

He had the dreamer part, but the the rest resided there too. The exploration of the patterns in the sky only took place when he wrote. The telescope in the corner of his untamed office was just a nagging reminder of his fears.

The fear of every and any thing that prevented him from breathing. From even tasting the sweetness in the water. To feeling the dampness in the air. The fear that kept Paul Shaffer bound to a life washing him away into the landscape. Not beautiful as with water colors, but rather pitiful and half erased.