Giving up on desire
Doesn't mean anything negative
But the fact that this has moved
From there to excitement
To fanatical activity
Return to the basic elements
From working out my approach
My message, my feelings, my love
It's hugely powerful
This emotive movement within
This cry for fulfilment
For manic soothing, showing
Just doing it and not wasting this impetus
To create and make marks
The result is immaterial
The process all.

You remind me of the earth,
   like deep burnt umber woodlands
mid downpours' fresh aroma
       & spring's foliage lushly reborn,
twinkling explosive pinpoints
       grazing beyond dark ether,
  sparkles dappling 'pon depths
        of eternal seascapes's nature,
amidst breath of relentless airy winds
    gusting above her majesty's hazes
       beyond purple mountain's apex
and streams of meadows' wildflowers in
  deftly painted horizons after moonbows,
vivid consciousness' uttermost reminisce
   of all things recollected in the long ago
        essence of your memories' presence

Just because I hide things,
Doesn't mean I'm not honest.
I mean we're all just human,
And we all have our secrets.

I'm sorry if I hide things,
If I don't let you do what you want to.
I mean why should I?
When all my secrets are about you.

My favorite thing to do
When I miss you
Is to climb to the top
Of my roof at sunset
Where we used to sit
And be engulfed in the beauty of
The never ending sky;

And just as your favorite song
Begins to play
And the scent of you lingers
In the air,
For a brief moment
The sky turns a mixture
Of the most beautiful pink and orange
Which then suddenly disappears.

And it is almost
As if the sky is telling me
That all beauty is ephemeral.