Painting (original poem)

7 Sep

Painting my dreams with the colors of the sky,

Inked with the light kisses of the wind.

Sketching my heart onto golden sand,

Soft and eternal, unrequited love.

Etching my soul into archaic stone

Praying I will not be forgotten with dust and ashes. (Praying my memory will not be left within dust and ashes)

Whispering silent secrets into the

Eternal wind and ancient trees of dark forests

To forever be kept by the old, hushed, and wise.

Coloring the night sky with wishes

That perhaps a stray shooting star may chance upon.


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