Such a long long time 'tis been since I wrote last. I have started thinking in verse now, however psuedo that may sound. Rhyme or no rhyme. Verse is the way of life.:)
Paint a Picture for you
A shade of brilliance,perfect hue
placing swings of memories
and slides of twin emotions
you ride high and low
Warm trees stand transfixed
as the wind rustles through their being
witnessing the moments you live
I make them stand guard, as you give
give to the world around you
they watch, still as ever, as things are taken-
snatched away
Its then I coaxe you to rest in the shady grove
The picture gets blurry at times, the way you see
from my end its just a new perspective
willing you to be
