April 23, 2013

• It brings me to tears, 

  Watching you smile and 

  Dance around words

  You believed

  To be long forgotten truths. 

  I remember - 

  but I will not speak

  Not a sound 

  Will come from me

  For I live 

  In your painting. 

  I am but on-going art piece,

  Layer upon layer 

  I await patiently. 

  The warm colors cool, 

  They sink and they seep. 

  The weather is perfect here, 

  But the brushes still sweep. 

  Unending, unfinished, 

  Imperfectly incomplete. 

  You place a dream on a canvas, 

  And then refuse 

  To join me. 

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