I can see far galaxies, <br />count in each <br />the nebulae; <br /> <br />My finger swirls sunset colors <br />and paste them in my scrap-book portfolio, <br />bend these around Time itself, <br />high polish them to diamond glow; <br />sprinkle on dust from butter-fly wings, <br />warm this with angel breath <br />and fly <br />to the highest sky; <br />where I pluck the leafy blade <br />and make of it my feather brush; <br />and re-paint Van Gogh's landscapes. <br /> <br />I mix in Velvet Innocence <br />starry nights, <br />honey-colored moon-light; <br />kaleidoscopic butter skies, <br />and sweet clouds, <br />pillow white. <br /> <br />I raise this to your rosy lips <br />senses running wild; <br /> <br />I hear <br />you say <br />'I love you' <br /> <br />We walk in Loves Filmy Gauze <br />holding hands. <br /> <br />I see <br />The Infinities <br />bow low <br />in awe <br />as we pass <br />acknowledging <br />Love's Face <br />lies equally <br />in hands held <br />and galaxies vast.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-can-see-5/
