A girl named Lexie, is more than youd believe-
From kindness to beauty, to a witty retort.

This girl named Lexie; you behind she wont leave,
With honor and grace as her natural rapport.  

She tells me that in me, she believes
Which is more meaningful than she'll know-
This gift of her faith I try to recieve
As she writes her music for her show.

A girl named Lexie is more than you'll know,
A magical brain generating her glow.
Someone I am blessed to know-
And respect any time she gives me.

Black and blue, I've been painted by you. How have I been such a fool?

It's been for quite sometime
painting the shadows of black.
Far from the rose
glinting down the sun.
But now it seems I forgot that
the Moon blooms in pitch dark!

Behold the smooth transition of brushstrokes and bristles to the field of marigolds.
The sweet friction brought by divine hands, is the depth you were searching for.

And as the storm rolls in, high on the technicolor clouds, you take a moment to catch your breathe.
Next thing you know the rainbow wildfire blooms from the painted raindrops, setting the flowers ablaze.

It is a world created of mind made matter, and if you cannot see the parallels, then you lack the imagination!

Any fiction can carve its way into reality, that is the truth of all worlds.

That is the key, forge your ambitions and blow the doors wide open.

Longing.

As I move over a grey road the feeling reveals itself,
I feel a tear form in my eye as I move further and further from home.
And as I move away from this happy place
A song is being sung, and you are it's lyrics.
The lyrics are your poetry, your love it's melody,
And your heartbeat is my home.

Longing.

Underneath a fruitful tree I dream of you,
Your gaze fixated on mine, always and forever…
You're singing a song about our beautiful home,
And you paint my hands onto a canvas,
A rich and detailed canvas,
It imitates my every imperfection, but you move past them…
You love me.

Longing.

While you can paint an imitation of me…
I am no painter, I cannot draw,
So here is our love in poetry.
My imitation is one of my heart,
An expression, an inherent truth.
Guide me to your soul, my Poppy,
There we'll stay. There we'll stay.

Longing.

Here in this dream land once again,
A field of poppies, I take you there,
Sometime in time future.
There we'll kiss, there we'll exist.
We'll be present. You'll be in my arms.