Crooked wooden tables hold the story of a thousand travelers
Heavy eyes allow for pause in the flow of a coffee shop
Whispers break through the cancellation of sound
Close to you
Finger painted emotions are showing on my van goh face
I relieve the stress
Concerned looks
I know how familiar that smell is
It simply comes with the tide of this year
The taste of wine on your lips
My problems rest easy like his hands on your hips
Gentle glances at the marks on their skin
Unspoken words dance on a tongue in a closed mouth
I contemplate voicing
But bid farewell instead
I grin with crooked teeth and smile
To dwell on this color of life
Through this inflection I now see the canvas that my life is being painted on
I love the strokes and curves
I now ready my hand
With love
Prayer
And preparedness
Forever loving where my soul will guide