Gray…
Colors recently painted.
Fresh,
Some still visible upon my flesh,
Tints of rainbows, pleasant prairies and deep blue skies
All so pretty,
Light greens, pinks, yellows,
Just a few of the colors in the few memories we were able to make…
The mural of my fantasies, the one wish
I will not mention.
A poem written with the colors of your smile,
My one long desire…
And eyes that ignite a feeling that begins to burns in me.
Your touch on my skin now imprinted.
And the years left to live… 350
A blank canvas
And the colors of our feelings overwhelming the palette,
Savoring each one
Oils & waters, stencils & brushes
Heart filled with pastels & neon’s
Forever in a moment,
If for a moment I could see you
To continue painting the dream imbedded in me,
Something I hid,
For some unapparent reason
In doubt of you, me & all
And from doubt all colors left untinted
From doubt all colors dripping,
Smearing all the pretty images
Turning you and me against time,
Against and the easel that can’t withstand the weight of painted fate
That ruined day,
And in a day a decision made.
From beautiful colors of not so sunny May,
All left… dismay
The soaking brushes,
And runny colors that quickly turned gray….
