My eyes have captured so many visions of you
The way you smile
How beautifully you dance
I see your heart
It's so gentle and white in the purest form

Your strength is relentless
Your determination always prevalent

My eyes have captured so many visions of you
I've had the honour
The time
To watch you grow
My aim was to guide you
To teach you
Yet you have taught me so much more
Your energy
Humour
Fun
Intelligence
Shines like the brightest star

My eyes have captured so many visions of you
From the first day I held you
And each night since
I have watched you sleep
Stroked your beautiful face
Wishing all the best for you
Hoping all your dreams will come true
Being your mother
Has been the greatest blessing
As I remember each moment
Treasured Memories
My eyes capturing so many visions of you
Painting daily........
A portrait of my love ~

There are eyes that confront,
but there is no remorse.

Brown carries a negative connotation
and so the story carries on.
There will be eyes of this coloration,
but rarely a tale of happiness.

The theories behind formulas
don't take emotions into consideration.
It's kind of a misappropriation,
if you think about it,

We spend lives following
sequences, patterns, developments.
But we're only becoming dense
as we're hollowing.

I wish to love
as I wish to breathe.

I wish to love
as I want to believe.

This unreachable constellation
is a similar misappropriation.

I am a ball of yarn
hopelessly tangled
and
ignored.

You are a seamstress-
weaving optimism
and pragmatic emotion
for the forlorn.

red lights
are not near sights.

I am told for color
shows meaning-
blue gleaming,
magenta
beaming
and a hue of orange
reminding me that existence is
okay.
For now.

How do you see color?
Is it that which stops you,
or that which sets you apart?

I am dead.
Why does my heart insist on beating?

If there's a fight every day,
does any mind exist to stay?

I've been thinking of overgrown vines
and broken stone walls.

The air just doesn't
taste as green anymore

How can anyone deny that?

The urge to connect,
combine,
transform,
touch
and ascend
is not to ever ignore.

The only happiness I know
comes from memories
of vines and stone.

So-
here are my limbs.
And there is the moon.
My only request
is that you don't untangle
the overgrowth
that makes the bond possible.

I fall,
and I am fleeting.

Here,
there is no escaping.

Clutches
of care and emotion.

I'm terrified of such a notion.

Brown-
there is brightness
in such darkness.

There are hymns
hopefully strung on tombstones.

There
is
light
where
there
is
nothing.

These words are nothing but
bits of string
arranged by
the level of warmth they provide.

Stagnant feelings may divide.
I will smile if she smiles,
and work tirelessly
all the while.