You might have painted world for me…
Broad brushstrokes lighting seasons
With melded ocean hues
Night ‘n day, tidal hush, waves of froth-edged blue
Pointillistic sequin-starlight, periwinkle dusk
Pastel bouquet, tentacled, sea anemones
Trees drip sapphires all year-round
Beneath them fragrant lush jade ground
Lifted, blissed, above mad Earth
Siren songs waft ‘mid wind chimes
There we’d love, mute clock e’er stopped
At perfect younger time…
Dream me another canvas, dear
With books that float, a word-full boat
I will bide adoringly, fill pages, penning lines
Imaginary memories, far-fetched romantic rhymes.
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