The Painter
She applies fine brush strokes
to a near perfect canvas.
Pure white discolored
by smoky shades
of blue and gray.
Marvel at the beauty
that she creates
with seemingly effortless grace.
The movement
of her fingers
across the surface.
A masterpiece
without equal,
a work never complete.
I gaze in amazement
and all else loses focus,
if only for a moment
and I forget myself.
She breathes life into
my colorless existence.
I hide my face
in awe
of her pale light.
Cascading Auburn I
My mind
is not my own,
trapped in an endless
cycle of thoughts.
But it will pass in time,
your memory will fade.
Her hair tumbles
about her shoulders
as cascading auburn.
Framing her pale features,
your memory will fade.
The unknown leaves space
for my imagination.
Words left unspoken,
resolutions never met.
The last night we embraced
I watched you turn and walk away.
Then I felt the distance,
severance, a new divide.
The wind brushes my face
and all around me sways.
Yet, I feel sweet stillness
in the breeze.
I face ahead
as leaves fall from the trees.
My eyes well with tears
and I fall to my knees.
Cascading Auburn II
I want to see
the look in your eyes
in your most vulnerable moment.
Hear your shallow breathing.
Feel you shudder in my arms.
Your breath against my chest.
I turn away.
My body leaves.
I try to forget.
I won’t return.
Pastel Light
My days are left colorless
but I still feel your presence in my dreams.
I lay awake at night and pray for sleep.
Numbing warmth as you approach
me from behind.
I dare not turn as you draw near for fear.