let the brush begin <br />let the strokes be gentle <br />but let all these be <br />definite with a sense of <br />a mission <br />a purpose <br /> <br />paint me oranges <br />like suns <br />green patches of <br />grass <br />like peace <br />paint me the blueness <br />of the seven seas <br />let these be not as dark <br />as the night <br />let there be openings <br />like doors and <br />windows <br />so i can breathe <br /> <br />let me live <br />like i was once so alive <br />let me go through all these gently <br />like the fluttering wings <br />of a sky blue butterfly <br /> <br />you are my flower <br />scented with morning lemon <br />let me <br />on such a short moment <br />bloom <br />and then <br />even for a day <br />just a day <br />wilt with you.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/inspiration-82/
