Faraway

I've been reading a book called "The Triggering Town" courtesy of another user, graybeard, on Writer's Cafe. In that book the author advocates a style of poetry that is more about what words are used than what is said. I wanted to write a poem

Threads of yellow beauty fall
warm and wander
above a perfect set
of blue.
Dance racing time,
for awaits upon hope,
unsure.

Paint color brown smooth on soft cream.
Space must believe
the dream, forever hers,
always.
Two alone, lost
in whispered affection
afar.