I'd like to paint
you in an atrium of colorful
echoes zinging past your
face like hummingbirds
add in a touch of forest green, the
murky-gray lake water, white triangles
sketched for carefree sails
burnished by unusually honest conversation,
only sky blue and gold for the looks thrown
in each direction and inexplicable smiles
a rainbow,
a myriad for the future,
but you stand alongside me
as breathtaking landscape
and no art could do that justice
Feb 21, 2012
Feb 21, 2012 at 9:25 PM UTC
I'd like to paint
you in an atrium of colorful
echoes zinging past your
face like hummingbirds
add in a touch of forest green, the
murky-gray lake water, white triangles
sketched for carefree sails
burnished by unusually honest conversation,
only sky blue and gold for the looks thrown
in each direction and inexplicable smiles
a rainbow,
a myriad for the future,
but you stand alongside me
as breathtaking landscape
and no art could do that justice
for Sarah.
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