She wore blue tights on the Monday
Tuesday it was green
Bright orange on the Wednesday
Thursday it was cream
I predicted black for the Friday
She wore trousers
Hate that girl.

If I colored three pages
From a coloring book
You'd see the difference
In the intensity
The distribution of the color
It's just like that
In the way I love each of you
Different colors
Different intensities
But never think
They can be compared
Would however pick out
My favorite
And if it was good to me
Hold it close forever
As the one and only
But if I no longer matter
Then eventually
Neither will you

On a cloudless sunny day, last week,



I met a man who could not speak.



Yet he wanted to relate something to me,



So with pen and paper I began to see.







He had been walking, in a hidden grove, alongside a stream,



Full of all the beauty, that only nature’s gifts can dream.



He stopped by a fountain, to breathe in the sight,



The river sparkling a thousand diamonds, in the sunlight.



He was resting on a rock, when he heard music begin to play,



And he espied a nymph in the river, who started to dance and sway.



Her blond hair was covered, with morning glory flowers,



And sunlight bounced off her, cascading into showers.



As the naiad danced she splashed the diamonds into the air,



Then dove under the water, as if knowing he was there.



She emerged inside a whirlwind, impetuous with caprice,



Then disappeared upon a cloud, carried by a silken breeze.



The music then stopped playing, and the man was dumbstruck,



He had a vision of such loveliness, he could not believe his luck.



But from that day to this, he could not utter a word,



For the Nymph had stolen his voice, isn’t that absurd?

Once I understood the cry of the gull,



And why the hibiscus flowers for one day.



And I could sense the caterpillar’s anticipation



As he broke free from the cocoon in which he lay.



And I knew why the silkworm ate the mulberry tree,



And the tiger chose stripes instead of spots.



And I understood why the dolphin never sleeps,



And why the python tied himself in knots.



And I could speak the language of the honey bee



And converse with the grizzly bear



For I understood this infinite universe



And why I was here and not there.



But life takes away this deep comprehension



This understanding that we each have inside



Because when we try to comprehend as we are



We are all searching from the wrong side.

The softest, kindest, chocolate eyes,



Stare up at me, from where he lies.



Full of trust and love and pain,



I hold him in my arms, as the rain,



Falls upon him, or maybe its my tears.



I was now living the nightmare of my fears.



The white coat is moving slowly, out of his sight,



Those eyes are still gazing at me, with a shining light.



I see the needle enter, my eyes shimmer and blur,



As I blink back the tears, I clasp tighter to his fur.



As the clarity comes back, I gaze down on my pet,



The light has now gone, the sun has now set.



I want to howl out loud, for my old faithful friend,



I am so pleased I was with you, right to the end.