| The Color of You... Apr. 17th, 2003. I sit before an easel bare..wanting so much to paint you there.. But the brush will not move to make a stroke.. This was really not my plan.. bristles poised in trembling hand.. I fear my artistic touch is broke.. In the hallways of my mind.. not a color can i find.. Staring at the canvas.. white in hue Though my eyes may plainly see.. I cannot bring it out of me.. To paint the beauty that i see in you In my heart my mind is grazing, and I find it still amazing.. That everything I see is like brand new.. Yes at times GOD does bless.. and i cannot begin to guesss The aw I'd find if I could color you. The tint of you is everywhere.. no matter where I look.. you're there Is there such a color as desire?.. Candle soft yet blazing bright.. Damn.. I will never get it right.. You're like the flaming fingers of a fire.. Who am I to be the fool that dares.. To capture something that compares To the wonder of God's rainbow up above.. I will keep what lives in me.. Only for myself to see.. A portrait in my soul.. Painted with the color of your love.. Wildfire-M *Greg* |
| This Room 12/09/03 I sit back and I watch .. some things make me smile .. Some things make me happy.. others make me downright laugh .. And of course ... some things are not so funny ..but sad.. Tug at my heart .. Almost breaking it in half ..... I read your poems .. not with my eyes ..but with my heart .. The words striking home .. as if I had wrote them myself .. God didn�t give me many gifts .. But he did give me .. The gift to see inside .. someone else ... Some write with emotion that comes from the soul .. Others write for nothing ..Just for the sake to vent .. Some are sincere in their words ...others not .. And when you read between the lines .. it is so evident .. I see ... �I will love you forever � .. sometimes just words .. Because the next day ..the forever has come to an end.. And there is someone else who is hearing .. Them say ...�I�ll love you forever � .... Again .. And I watch the sad .. maybe from losing a loved one .. Who�s gone across the bridge to the other side .. And hidden in the words of a poem ... are all the tears .. That they couldn�t.. or were afraid to cry ...... This is your safe haven .. This tiny insignificant corner.. It is your solitude .. Where all quarrels cease .. It is where you come to hide.. from the deafening roar .. To lay down your arms .. and find some peace .. This is the room where words flow from the inside out.. This is the room of prose .. The room of rhyme .. It is that breath of clean fresh air .. after a warm spring rain .. This is your shelter .. Please remember ..It is also mine .. Greg |
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