The painter set me free
Though, she’ll never know
The effect she had on me…
She paints tumultuous seas
And faces cooled by an ocean breeze
She paints keys and wings and sails
Doorways, maps and waiting planes
She paints lips with addictive accents
Tumbling vulnerable admissions
She washes great swathes moody oil
Across this stretched canvas of the future
She paints peaceful pristine sunrises
Over dusty foreign plains
And enticing mountain trails that wind
Away from all that does not fit me
I long to live inside her paintbox
In that smudged pallet of emotion
Be the brush she’d choose
To colour in these lives
The tides of her mind are not designed
To meet the shores of mine
And when I’m finally free to ask
I’m so blankly declined
The painter set me free
Though, she’ll never know
The effect she had on me…
