When I write these things
my thoughts fly with birds
sometimes grey in storms
sometimes winged in skies
so feathery
When I sing this song
my heart goes in beats, bittersweet
sometimes heavy held, my sorrow spilled
sometimes warmed, red flushed
and fluttery
When I paint this canvas
my brush moves in labyrinthine moods
sometimes shades, darkest blue cerulean
sometimes flowers white, soft as clouds
upon the page, floating heavenly
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 6:10 PM UTC
When I write these things
my thoughts fly with birds
sometimes grey in storms
sometimes winged in skies
so feathery
When I sing this song
my heart goes in beats, bittersweet
sometimes heavy held, my sorrow spilled
sometimes warmed, red flushed
and fluttery
When I paint this canvas
my brush moves in labyrinthine moods
sometimes shades, darkest blue cerulean
sometimes flowers white, soft as clouds
upon the page, floating heavenly
