Paint The Sky

Paint The Sky

With fingers trembling, I reach.
With colors dripping, I swipe.
The wet globs grow and diffuse.

Blue is the color of your eyes
a tranquil sea of oblivion
in which I drown again.

Gray clouds heavy with tears.
Chilling the tips of my fingers
which have become the brush.

Eyes close against the sun,
a golden ember burning in death
across the painted sky.

At last the canvas is filled
my fingers now empty
patches of color staining my skin.

Alone, I gaze upon the canvas,
paint all spread in thick detail
I stand before you- the very sky.

A poem created especially for:

ID: 701412   (Rated: 13+) Lexi's Poetry Challenge  **** preparing for round 47**** by Lexi Ashen Married John Ashen

© Copyright 2005 Anastasia Rabiyah (UN: traciahmarkou at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Anastasia Rabiyah has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.