amsterdam is the colour of naples on a yellow summer afternoon when the rain has just washed my forehead clean of the anxiety that last winters brush scratched across it.
amsterdam is fine, oil, colours of warmth.
amsterdam is where i am.
with a canvas, palette and brushes.
and all the colours of my imagination
working their way around my head -
sometimes as a wreath i can touch;
othertimes a halo that touches me.