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'' Close your eyes and picture it.Can you see it? ''
I would just nod, eyes closed.
'''Brutus again, what is it you are wanting me to see? ''I asked angrily.
''Moonlight, again'', ''imagine it right there before you.
See its texture, shape, and color-got it? '' 
''No, I don't got it What is it you are wanting me to see? 
Why are you looking at me like you are angry? ''
Annoyed Brutus replied, "You know Moonlight, you just don't care do you? "
''About what? ! "
Then he smiled, holding the sweet image in his head.
''I see you happy and in love, 
But, you must see it too Moonlight, ''
"Brutus, you know better, I cannot put that in my head, 
Dark Angel, do you remember who that is? "
"Moonlight, just for a moment reach out and touch the colors, 
feel the love it brings."
That is when I started listening more to his words, 
I thought to myself, what is it he is seeing, that I could not see? 
He is acting a little funny, what did he get into now? 
"Come, come now, reach out and touch it, feel the tips of the brush, 
now, lets try this again.Close your eyes and see, and then let your 
images move you to draw it, paint it.'' 
''Are you going out of your mind Brutus? '' 
''How can I think so humbly as you? '' I have no time for your games.
Brutus just gave a frown, while he walked on by with a hasty looked in his eyes, 
''Moonlight, '' That is it, you never taken anytime out for yourself, 
that is the reason tou can never see the things I see, 
Oh, the beauty and all those colors of life, that shines so bright.
I just looked back at him, thinking to myself, 
I don't know where he has been
But from where I stand all I see is the winters gray.

Poetic Judy Emery 1993

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Date: 7/13/2018 3:59:00 AM
This poem challenges me just like Brutus does and I like that.
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