I've coloured this picture for you; yellow- <br />flowers who brush against my shoes. <br />No supple, petaled breast may fall before- <br />each stride I bear against the breeze, <br />that sweeps me through the speckled, waving seas- <br />of endless green, punctured with gold. <br />Though I would soon uproot their lives to show- <br />my heart in every glowing bud, <br />I would not dare contrast their writhing forms- <br />to ageless beauty you invoke- <br />with every word, you take my breath, <br />and every breath you save, you give- <br />me reason yet again, to rise at dawn. <br />For in your absence, I find hope, <br />and in your presence, begs me cage your light. <br />Though while apart my sorrow digs, <br />it leaves far bigger trenches for love to fill. <br />Though tongue and lip may feather bird, <br />only your blood may bid it fly, within- <br />the timeless piece of me that's kept- <br />for such tender lips, who kiss fate's eyes shut. <br />'Til the white wings of death scatter our days- <br />Then we shall fill each other's cup.<br /><br />Wes Thompson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-not-infinite-but-surely-i-am-forgiven/
