Painting

[coolasfcuk]

Ah, I don't write that much, but a lot of people are sharing here so I thought why not. Here is one piece, nothing great but hope you enjoy it.

Painting

The wind is lashing
The branches inside me.
The wind is whispering
With its cold breath.
Brush.....paint,
Silent beam of light.
And I am barely touching you.

Your hands-
Still and silent.
Your eyes-
On the painting asleep.
The wind is streaming
into my hand.
And I am scarcely painting you.

Dry leaves,
Yellow trees,
Delicate morning mist.
White gaps
On my canvas.
The sunrise I'm trying to grasp.

Glass.....dust,
Memory of lust.
With my hand in the dust
I am scarcely painting.
Empty heart,
Aching heart,
White voids-
filling it up.

Dry leaves.
Yellow trees.
Delicate morning mist.
White gaps
On my canvas.
The sunrise I'm trying to grasp.

The wind is lashing
The branches inside me.
The wind is whispering
With its cold breath.
The wind is streaming into my hand
And I am scarcely painting you.

thats intense...but good