calm is down, your colors smear in the wind <br />blowing over live earth <br />down <br />and up <br /> <br />my smoothed-over and hollow <br />heart fills <br />(almost to bursting <br />more than expected) <br />you're the extra credit lift <br />you're the opera lights <br /> <br />you're the champion of this <br />our little strip of territory <br />this, our one certain place <br />in the wind painting out memories <br />your colors <br />and my blank sheets <br /> <br />time tells us to time us <br />space between us cuts our whole in two <br />because <br />you're the risky heartache business <br />...but your blood runs, <br />for me and our chemistry lessons <br />I feel your heavy voice around me <br />I hear your navy blue <br /> <br />time grinds out the sweet sounds <br />the summer, her intimate approach to us <br />the years <br />of living fervently...but <br />I still can see your shapes <br />moving in rooms... <br />you're the dream and the disease <br />you, against and for <br />seemingly <br />you're the golden wrench that God <br />throws in my gears, sweet honey <br />on my mind <br />I wake out of darkness <br />and think about you all the time <br />I cut off the bad hand and <br />trust you/ through the narrow gate, <br />I follow/ in uncertain waters, <br />you're my guide/ I come <br />by your lighthouse eyes<br /><br />Scott Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-colors-on-my-mind/
