There’s a poem I struggle to write
A song I long to cry
A portrait to be colored
A lingering thought, I brush aside
And a tear I reach out to wipe
The words and beats lay ready to use
The music’s ringing in my head
My thoughts wait restlessly, to be said
And my brush is soaked in red
I stop, take a deep breath
I look up, longing for you
The clouds are shades of black and blue
The sun, suddenly, seems untrue
The moon shines; brilliant silver, as if on cue
And I, in calming pink, fall in line with you
I pick up my brush with lofty thoughts
The tear, drops like crystal, to the ground
I hum the tune, a raw green melody
And color my canvas in strokes of red
My thoughts remain on you; you with me
My struggles, for now, sleep on my bed
While I swirl in showers of crimson red
I soak myself in the shimmering colors of your sweet love
And then to you, my love, my thoughts are finally said
