I Am As the Old Woman In the Park

i am as the old woman in the park set up my easel prepare the paints not about wanting to become Picasso no set course or a master plan but where rivers wander untethered the mare whose canter has never known saddle, headstall, bridle, or bit her reigns encompass my soul it is this and nothing more the canvas is you the colors i apply each passing stroke of the brush are the precious moments every touching of your hand when your eyes lower and a smile bursts into view the look that says everything my heart held in a breathless pause there is no devotion within other than the canvas the world can give me no crown that could compare to the park it is an island paradise the canvas, the colors no greater acknowledgment is there then the love we share gives life its' every breath every heartbeat every moment a colored jewel my heart a filled crown caressed in gentle ocean breezes in the park, i am marooned with you with no other wish on this isle your hand in mine, life is the completion all of my wants dissolve into one desire the canvas you are OKC 3/22