the storm clouds threatened
to pull me into the blue river
and drown me in a mix of cobalt and smoke

i was pushed into the rift
the folds of brine,
so i pulled out my pockets
hoping the last bit of blush pinks
and buttercup yellows
would save me from the patches
of leaden gray

Her bright red sweater
surrounded by the yellow of the sunflowers
Captured is the heart
it seems - though the lens has failed to focus

The bend took me away.
- Snap!

It was New Year’s Eve
And none of it felt like a dream.
I met you just casually,
There was no motive, no awkward intrusion,
It all happened so naturally.
As our day went on,
You happened to never leave my side.
With a mind so utterly confused,
Your presence fulfilled,
For having one share a feeling of mine is something I could’ve never refused.
You were something new in a sea of it,
It’s funny since you brought peace whereas the rest of it brought darkness,
You must be a vessel full of righteousness,
Oh where are you princess,
Are you lost on an island,
Are you in a war of nations
Are you asleep like me?

As we sat together in the dark,
The luminous color giving life to the night,
I had never felt so right.
But what does it all mean?
I mean,
Can you take meaning from a faint seam?
Because I often look too closely at empty occurrences...
But this was different.

Dear Mr. Sunshine,
I always paint you pictures–
Large, sweeping canvases
of my ramblings. Often,
my paintbrush is hazy.
Fogged up with the tropical,
heavy-weight air of future-obsession.
Incertitude-crazy.

Mr. Sunshine,
You are quiet humility.
You are imperfect and simultaneously
You are flawless.
Your kindness is the vastness
of the West. Exceeding.
And lawless.

My Sunshine,
You paint my murky canvas
Adoringly
so yellow.

in a sea of roses
so brilliant and bright
i'd give you a bouquet
with their petals in  color
from red
to white
to yellow
to blue
and watch the casting shades
beam in your eyes
worth more than an iris
with love deep as a lily
and whenever i'm with you
i see a field of dandelions
because you are worth so much more
then a garden of roses