Into canvas landscape
to mirror journey I shall paint.
With word pigments as poet
sharing a mirror of self.

Sometimes colors are bright,
giving air of peacefulness for eyes.

Other times dark like night,
exposing just a glimmer of hope
from stars.

Tonight, I paint as hand heavy
lifts pen-like brush.

Grey’s for sadness
inside breath.
Red for pain of heart
from loss.
Brown for mud stuck to feet
feeling trapped.
Black for despair
that shadows me.
Tiny yellow specks for tinge of hope.

I paint to express
from deep carven forged from past.

Perhaps tomorrow my colorant will change.

She’s like the ocean;
Mysterious, Beautiful, Wild, Free
Yet so lonely.
Each move she made was full of grace,
Even if it meant hurting you.
She’s cold to you at first,
But after a while, she gets warmer and lets you in further.

She’s like the ocean;
Like the wind, and the stars mixed together.
She taught others
How to drown and
To feel things above the sky.

She’s like the ocean;
Calm and still, rough and rigid
But in the end she is
Captivating and beautiful.
She’s built up a wall around her like a sand castle;
And when the ocean crumbles it down,
I’m afraid she’ll drown.

She’s like the ocean;
Stormy and calm
At the same time.
She was the tide;
Always drifting in and out of the lives of those who loved her,
Eternally indecisive,
Unable to discern whether she desired the solidity and safety of land,
Or the wild freedom of the ocean.