I paint the canvas red <br />And watch the waves all wash ashore, <br />It's a pity, such a pity <br />You won't see their colors anymore. <br /> <br />Eyes long past seeing our world, <br />That you left behind. <br />By force of habit, I still call your name out <br />Every night. <br /> <br />The brittle moonlight touches my mouth, <br />And I wonder how, <br />Cold your lips may be against mine, <br />If I kissed you now. <br /> <br />I'd never let them touch your body, <br />Or preserve it into unworthy ground. <br />I'll keep your last three screaming words, <br />In my dreams as my only favorite sound. <br /> <br />And I'll keep your eyes wide open, <br />As if there's so much more for you to see. <br />And remind myself that this was the only way <br />That you would stay with me.<br /><br />Cathelynne Ross Walker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mirth-of-a-madman/
