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 ******* 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