Hard Words

A picture I will paint a story I will tell and make it perfectly clear exactly what I would have it be lines drawn straight and hard words that images show misunderstanding cannot be exactness is the key planes with corners square angles sharp that define colors I will state that I would have you see sky of hummingbird blue grasses of the emerald green wind biting frigid cold sharp sunlight spearing down cinnamon fills the air flowers are Jasmine’s and Rose soft grasses tickle the feet birds songs clear do sing hot black ribbon of asphalt shown mirages dancing in the heat rumbles of roars far away wind does ripple curled hair no room to imagine no sight for you to see what images with in you are there is no room to be you will see what I would show imagine not what you would see my colors of red blue and green not your favorites be my scents you will smell my favorites and everything there is no room for you your imagination lies dead Ebony blackness of cold iron hard strength of titanium be winds that rip through tender flesh sharp knife’s the cut the mind of your thoughts I do not care or of what you would see your imagination I care not of or of what you would see somehow this cannot be this I cannot be these words I’ll never write it is not what I would be soft wonderings half spoke of hints of sights unseen leafs carried upon the breeze to wherever you would be I’ll let your imagination flow your images fill your mind what ever you would see I’ll try to lead you there