She captures the rainbows
the sunlight, the moonlight
the stardust of wintery skies
The ripples in water,
and teardrops in silence,
the reflections in old lovers eyes.
She frames as remembrance
heartache and sorrow
as portraits of whispers and sighs
She catches the moment
as spotches and swatches
and knows just when they apply.
She paints in real faces
though romance replaces
the arms, the hips, and the thighs.
With light and long brushes
she grants those she touches
with the colors they see through her eyes.
They Do Not Know You
They do not know you
in their expedience;
they have not discovered
....you.
They have never felt your pain,
or your deepest sighs,
or the fear that tomorrow
....brings.
They have not seen your smile
which my simple words,
in all their honesty
....create.
They cannot hear your heart
from an ocean away,
and how it beats
....like mine.
They do not know you
...like I do.
They have not read your words,
and understood your depths
that will take me a lifetime
....to uncover.
They do not know your strength,
or your wisdom
that you keep hidden
....behind modesty.
They do not feel your tears;
the pain that you bear,
or the dilemma we share
....together.
They did not see your eyes,
and how they searched,
and how they longed
....to find love.
They do not know you
...like I do.
Silver trophy winner
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