A Painting Made For Me
A beautiful sun...
A painting made for me
If colours were words...
They would soar like birds
In a sky made for me
The heart knows
The colours I see
For, I feel them
In a painting made for me
A sunset
The colour of honey
Washed away
Tumbling clouds
In a painting made for me
Dusklight
In a sky made for me
I saw
What I felt
In a heart made for me
A beautiful dying sun
A painting for me
Tumbling clouds
Soaring birds
On a silver sea
Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2007
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment