Psychedelic turtle

In my dreams I meet a psychedelic turtle,

The ocean is bioluminescent, but the water is clear

The sky is purple with a single cloud and it's in the shape of a spiral

The turtle swims in close proximity to me

He is gigantic and he glides with unforced rhythms of grace

His shell, filled with psychedelic abstract

Colours illuminated by the clarity of the water even with its glow

The psychedelic turtle's colours begin to fade in the water as it swims away

Like pastel paint, it dissolves in the water, leaving its trail

And I know I cannot ask it to stay

Though I was greedy to draw closer,

It seemed the object of my affection needed to be elsewhere

It belonged to the waters, not to me

And from my dream I awoke

Understanding that my love was pure