PRIZM

Mar 24, 2015, 10:27 PM

I lay down my canvas,

Paper flat on the floor,

Looking for words,

Searching for doors..

It's not there for paint.

I look for...EMOTION!

From out of your feelings,

I'll make you a potion.

Where are the reds?

Right there with your blues.

I color your world

As I step in your shoes.

Look at the orange, the lilac, the green..

Show me your passion,

I'll paint you a scene.

Words writ poetic

Can be such a fine weapon,

Used perfectly,

Cuts through all the deception,

To give you the truth of a wonderful life,

Vibrant in colors,

Slice through like a knife.

I am the magician..

Change a color to word,

Then I meld them together,

Forge a beautiful sword!

I take you to high, I take you to low..

Then twist you around,

To leave you...breathless,

Asking for more with a sigh...

I will never leave you,

Just look all around.

I am every word in color but...

I make not a sound!

PEACE