I want to write eloquent words
with the power to sway, that can move you
to the tears Ive yet to see
that assimilateinto your air
For You are more than just a melody to me
and I, more than a mere tune to you.
I'm the paper boat You rescued
from hopeless streams and seas of need,
There's no comparisons in this field,
I need you more than my next breath.
I try not to look into the eyes of need,
because I always find everything except What I want.
My perception is constantly off though,
but...When the image clears,
shouldn't the reflection be mine?
Caution : images are closer than they may appear.
Is that supposed to help me?
Maya Angelou was right, but how?
She's never had his arms around her,
So how could she even begin to comprehend
the countless hues he makes me feel?
How is life with false color? They ask.
They wouldn't even begin to understand
These delicate hands which paint the images they see,
the hands I get to hold.
They think they can recreate my art,
with simple paintbrushes and strokes of ice,
When the fire is the reason,
So they freeze before the first is given.
Preoccupied, flowers wither in a familiar
starving breeze we know oh-too-well,
And bleached out people continue to
dull themselves out like
the overused eraser they once believed
had the ability to rub out flaws.
But me? Instead of denying the obvious,
I just layer on top of it,
and create the picture He wants.
See, my canvas has collected
the translucent colors of his sky, like a magnet,
Attracting the shades of life in lapis lazuli blues,
and la salle greens,
swirling in circles of fresh desire
That speak from your smile.
Reflecting off of shining screens,
revealing what was once shreds of glitz stained cardboard.
My God, you are so beautiful.
In distant lands, I've been dancing on
the lyrics of our future, before they've even been written,
I'm singing you a song, and dreaming of a place
Where wise men dance and ashes bleed
Because I don't want to be apart of the majority that
Leaves little room for love to intercede.
I see the value in "almost" and
have learned the hard way,
so I cherish each moment I can steal with him and gleam the hurt away.
I'd like to think I've wrestled enough
angels to finally realize what's infront of me.
I'm just as scared as you are,
But You can't open you're eyes
until I say "Go",
or else we'll miss our chance
I can feel my grip loosening
with each day that I fall a little more in.
The line has been blurred so much,
that it's hard to even tell if your beginning to let go,
Or finding more reasons to hold on.
I know you're a color on my canvas,
So I'll trust in his promise
And wait for the day we both let go,
free falling where ashes dance,
for our hands to be free
To hold each other, to finally grasp this love,
His love.
He's waiting, Yes I know he's waiting.
Your eyes begin to open as the words leave my lips.
Go.
