Poetry: If I could paint the sky

If I Could Paint the Sky

I could never say

I would like for you to be stronger

than the wind or rain.

You sparkle

even when raging tempests

are knocking

on the door of time.

I can hear passion in your voice

when you tell me

you remember

how I sang I love you

in your ear

and called you my Muse

that whispers words of love

over my shoulder.

I look into the window of your soul

see my own

smiling back happily

in the reflection of a mirror

that ripples stronger

every day.

I can see myself there

still singing to you

within this art

I write in my tears

of joyful rain.

If a painting of the skies could open up

a tidal wave of hidden emotions

that would change life for the better,

I would learn

how to paint for you.

Then you could breathe in

how I feel

when you touch me

each time

you look at my painting again.

I would never expect you to be stronger

than the wind or rain

and I know you don’t expect me

to paint the sky.

So for now

I will write the words of love

you whisper over my shoulder

and sing I love you,

in your ear

until the day

I die.

Copyright *Neva Flores @07/31/2011

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