I wish I could paint you a picture

With the crushed dyes of nature’s spectrum

Berries, leaves and grain

Splashes of life

Encircled and directed

By winds measured and meted. 

I’d hope to cast in color

The thought’s complexion

Captured between sheets of canvas

Stretched across our minds

Interconnection and bisection 

Of ideas of beauty and style

Reflected in mirrors and refraction of fears

And hopes we’ve put aside.

Yet, I have only the darkened, shadowed script

Of graphite and pen

To sketch these fickle words

That slope and bend

To the folly of my heart.