Your part of me is dead.
Only my part of you is alive.

Painting is the silence of thought.
Color becomes the freedom of its vision.

I know I think things the wrong way
But, I don't want to be right
Just like the fire that burns bright
I want to be lost in your eyes

The far away stars are dead
From your love
I get no comfort
But, here I want you once again

If I am lost in your memory
I am found in your touch
You're only human
After all, as dead as a calm lake

I need to be alive
In your arms
But, your embrace
Takes away my smile, leaving only pain

A swatch of sky
literally blue

a patch of green
light to dark

swirls and flourishes
impressions of flowers

red brick
and the color of stone

eyes ears hands feet
and a nose

is it deep
it is not

and it isn't really that
complicated

it just takes time
and patience

whit howland © 2021

I need to straighten
my dreams out,
they got crooked along the way.
In my frozen castle,
in this grueling winter of life,
lies in me an invincible summer
that longs to be free;
scabbed up knees and
grass stains on my soul,
it just itches to run, and
swim the rivers,
and lie long in the sun.