I Want to Paint You @ 6:11 AM

There is a man on the moon,
I wonder if he can feel the weight of my stare.
filled with longing-
a longing that the night imagines
while starving to build a stellanarious bridge
from the craters of the moon to the
surface of the intangible,
only to burn it down with the breaking of day.

I do not know you.
The façade that I recognize, the voice
Oh the voice that sings
and brings the erasure of despair.
I can’t know you…completely.
To paint you would be a wonderful fallacy
but it is the life within-
a mother-of-pearl smoothness that the
cover captures the contour
and reflects back the world in all luminescence.
I would paint feelings and a thousand imagined
colors.
I would paint summer day after summer day,
gentle waves
and raindrops as they fall from eyelashes.
Shape and form as they appear
would disappear in dark caves.
I don’t know you.
But I want to paint you-
Alla Prima
strokes slowly revealing
peeling off layers,
the tips of brushes swaying within arm’s reach.
Within my arm’s reach,
but you are far from everything.

The man on the moon,
he is far from everything.


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I am trying desperately as desperate gets, to rid myself of this writer's block. This is the first I've written since many moons have passed. There's so many beautiful things to write about, and for once, I wish I could spurt it all out, throwing up words and swallowing descriptions. That time will come. Waiting waiting waiting.

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In other news, our cat, Garfield is back, after being gone for 12 days. :D

Labels: contemplation, Poems