The Painting

My fingers smear color, on the human form...

lovingly tracing the contours, of your imperfection,
with my chaotic mind.

You fade away.

There's no name, no face, nothing.
Just my creation, a thousand brilliant colors...
spread without a pattern, on an empty canvas.

Your soul becomes one, with my painting and my prayer...
and you lose yourself, in the canvas, that is you.

And in a rose you will find
that truth
Elusive like color
in a graylit sky

from your soul
it flows
from my mind
it crumbles

a far away dream
a forgotten love
faded, like a memory
faded, like your jeans

in this jaded today
wraps your colored tomorrow
and in a moment of ignorance
your mistake is forgiven

free now, but illusioned
the fall looms ahead
blind to its cause
blind to that deep red shade

come lay your head
on the comfort of yesterday

And i, your want of illusion
will take away, your pain and your sorrow

And take me away I said…
In a whisper, like a moon

Where to my love, there’s nowhere I know
I’m nothing but a figment of your satire

and with curtains drawn
the empty theatre of life
echoed with applause

long gone...long gone

goodnight, he said.
And to all...goodbye.