Brushstrokes

I would paint you in blue and the birds would soar beside you.

I would paint you in yellow and the Sun would pale in your light.

I would paint you in red and love would form edges and curves, a sensation given tangible life.

I would paint you in green and Redwoods would welcome you into their emerald blanket.

I would paint you in black and you would be the beginning and end and everything in between.

I would paint you in white and you would drift endlessly among the clouds.

I would paint you with every pallet, every mixed swirl of color, and life would follow.

You exist beyond the confines of imagination, of creative strokes. You're otherworldly and magic. A being to behold.