Let me paint a picture for you
We'll start with a wide open field
Blue sky, green trees around the edges
A particularly good climbing one in sight
A little you running toward it
In old fashioned clothes
While fluffy clouds move in
And a breeze to dance the grass
Next it's night out and the air is a perfect sit
The stars are breathing
And you mind is singing
As the smile presses your lips
-You are not here alone
If you haven't guessed
But your eyes are closed shut
And you're letting your skin
Feel the air
And you letting your ears
Hold the earth
And you're letting your arms let in the life
Your mind is as happy as can be because you
Know the world is spinning just so you can feel
Now the light is back and you're under water
Its summertime
The life divine
As you swim in your neighbor's pool
You're in the deep end
Looking up
At how the world is placed
As the light hits the water
And the bubbles float up
And the trees fill all positive space
The movement tickles your ears and you find it a little bit silly
That you cannot breathe in
But you don't want to go up
Because it is different down here
You move slower
And the sound is more of a mellow
As you hair can tangle in front of you face
It is a different time
In an older place
And you do not feel like moving
Your toes are cold but not your bully button
You're on your back looking up
You can hear the sounds around you
You're quite alone
In the snow
The fallen trees
And dead leaves surround you
You don't move your body
Only your eyes
And your hands especially feel heavy
You pay special attention to your coat as it moves up and down
With breath you smell the cold air
And imagine how decent it would be
For a deer or a bunny to come wondering by
But you don't even feel like smiling
The sky is bright white with a little gray
The brown stands out as
You hear the sound of someone
Unwelcome making their way toward you
On the roof
Not holding hands
They're simply filling space
But the air is good
And you want to smile
But they don't bring it to your face
Again it's dark
As being on a roof should be
There are not many stars
But the police lights and cars
Are enough to keep you company
You are merely here
And it is pretty cool
But you know who you are with is wrong
But you don't care
Because you'll still be friends
And tomorrow is another day
You know it will never be the same
As it never is
That is not how it works
And they're too cold
So instead you go in and paint
The dryer downstairs
Makes you feel warm
Just because
You know it is there and
It's early
You stand at the door
With a happy other
Waiting for the school bus
Both making warm breaths on the window
Then drawing into it
Sometimes with your nose instead of your
Hand gloved clothes
The perfect cardinal at the feeder
In the light snow behind your breath
As laughter and smile
Reach you inside
You know always to remember.
It's fun,
Them being there
As you do your joy
They picked the music
And they're doing their own
As you create your art.
Late at night
The studio
Feels like a secret place
And your favorite part
Under the warm lights
Is that you don't have to stay in your seat.
They hug you from behind
When you're not expecting it
But you continue to paint
And sigh a little smile inside
but it's not the smile you've been looking for.
Trickled dee dee Trickled dee do
A humming birds wings
And the special porch swing
As you take up the whole thing
Reading a book
On a late summers day
When the sun is just so
As a summery sun does
And you can smell the coming rain
You've been lying there all day
Only interrupted by your faithful dog wanting a pet
Pushing yourself with bare feet
Red brick wall on one side
Almost carefree
Considering
On the grass looking up
Under the stars again
Surrounded by two best friends
It's chilly out
But you don't care
And you don't actually think you are allowed to be there
In the middle of a football field
After the lights are out
Surrounded by such might
Wondering
And laughing
And knowing life is life
It is way too cold out
And much too late
But nobody mentions leaving
All alone only a night light
It is dark and creaky
And a little bit sneaky
To fill a hard back notebook
With secrets
That sometimes rhyme
Remembering when things were different
As they always are
You can always see the moon
From you place in bed
A great comfort to you
Almost like a motherly hug.
It is these times
You are most inspired
And feel to change the world
But it is past 12 o'clock.
Everyone is a sleep
But you know your best friend
Would stifle a yawn for you if needed.
You do not know about tomorrow
As you never do
But you lay your head on that old pillow
And deeply breathe the contentedness
As you close your eyes and sometimes you can see
The moonlight through
And you imagine your dreams as a picture.