I want to paint you
in the echoes
of my surreal dreams.
Dipping my brush
until it's dripping
with ethereal images,
blending into vibrant colours
that swirl through
every storybook scene.
I want to paint you in
the abstract lines,
the light that shines,
on all the wonders
of the nighttime mind.
The glow of a moonlit
waterfall pouring stardust
over the pages below.
But I know that
the image could never
capture the beauty
that lives within you.
For that, you'd need to
pierce the very heavens,
with a spear of love,
until the tears of angels
form a pool, miles across.
Therein lays the essence of you.
Under starshine spotlights
and moonbeam laser shows,
I wish to paint you
in tones of twilight.
I'd slide my fingertips
down your spine
as I drag the stars from the sky
to form lines.
Planets aligned,
to give a colourful shine,
but I can never
make the image
as fine as the beauty
that lines my mind.
I'd need to take apart nebulas
atom by atom, until
I reach the heart,
I'd have to crack open the stars,
to give that unique shine,
pulling all the flowers on earth
to give the backdrop you deserve,
and still, it would only be a fraction
of what you bring,
because your beauty lives
without and within.
I'd never get my brush to paint
those thoughts
which sparkle behind your eyes,
the memories that built you
brick by brick, piece by piece.
My art could never paint these.
My words could never replicate,
this beauty so delicate.
Thanks for reading
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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