alI I see and all I think is drenched in imagery translated through word painting this canvas of life
some words pierce the depths and some remain naked in their attempt as I’m pulled to where I’m going and pushed from where I’ve been riding a river that’s been painted for me
if I awoke tomorrow in the absence of words I wonder what would I see, how would I navigate the sound of the sea
would I feel the cosmos unfolding through a flower or a tree, would your smile still set me free
When I say that you are my Sun, I don’t mean that you are Luminous, Brilliant, Gilded, Beautiful, Bold, Warm, Or even the center of my universe. I simply mean that I cannot look at you Without hurting