Does your darkness forecast shadows,
Lies arise like heat lighting statues,
Are the sharks circling our shallows,
Cause I'm bleeding, must be the answer.
Peripheral landscapes drape your gilded chatter,
Purple & pink horizons, summon laughter,
Your eyes are lightning speed patterns,
My clouds that follow, five miles per hour.
What in the world changes,
Can we live high on mountainsides,
Shut our door to the strangers,
Exist surrendering to the ocean tides.
My palette craves color,
Your canvas seeks attention,
My callused fingers are covered,
When your callous words are mentioned.