Paint the world

 

Sketchpad in hand,

you were always painting the world,

but you never saw

the colour of the air.

The way the petals

waved, singing songs.

You only saw what

you knew was there.

Not the in-between

where beauty flows

and magic belongs.

 

I only saw the blur

of a thousand worlds,

never the clear outlines,

the fine lines,

the details so divine.

I couldn't slow my mind,

to take in the breath of the wind.

So only ever saw the stormy gusts

that flowed through the images you'd see.

 

You never saw the look in my eyes,

the way they longed to be heard.

The way they wanted to be seen.

You only saw the details. The shapes,

never the shaded colours that blend.

You never saw the smile that fell on my lips,

when I saw you slip into the room,

only where the paint should drip.

You never saw the magic

brush away the gloom.

 

I never saw the way you looked so closely.

Trying to find the me 

in the image you see.

I never realised I'd hidden my feelings

so far away. Somewhere not to be seen

in the light of day,

only to be witnessed in dreams.

I never saw the way you were asking me to stay.

I never learnt to read the lines.

My vision was always

blurred and undefined.

 

 

 

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