I’m trying to describe you
in rearranged words of rhythm
curious curves and creases curled
into comfort
painting you into my mind one
small brush stroke at a time
with visions fully alive in blues
and greens
I imagine Autumn leaves falling
in vivid hues of red-gold color
-a ritual dance of seasons in
painted pigments forever floating
with grace
in your birth
you were destined to be a King
rising from dormant heart beats
beneath cemetery trees
as the moon awakens-
messages are sent in the wind
emerging from grains of dust
a clear destinations journey
mapped from birth to throne
truth unveils itself as
skin is stretched over smooth bone
words flicker with color inside a
thousand dreams
making a connection to life
time stands perfectly still
skipping through echoes of souls
with bloodstained hands
crawling from shadows six foot down
as sleep curls softly hemmed
into rearranged words of rhythm
underneath skin
Bronze trophy winner
Adding your comment:
You paint words wonderfully.
