I stand before you,
On the ROOF top of jumbled words,
Which I arrange into long sentences
My SOUL stiches word after word,
Using colons and semicolons
In between I take a pause ,
To ask why I began.
I am a reckless drawing from a five year old,
Whose colours extending out of margins,
A landscape with a silver sun,
And a yellow SKY dipped in gold.
I wave to you from recluse island,
Where a dilapidated lighthouse stands at a distance.
I have a garden growing on my skin,
With a smell of distant summer air.
And then your eyes shone on them.
You brought daffodils under your feet ,
And painted my world yellow.
Spring began to bloom under my summer skin,
And the sky began to dance with purple lilacs.
And he watches with his tongue tied,
At how WINTER bows to the summer,
Of you and me.
You are the brightest color on my CANVAS,
Extending out of borders,
Breaking norms of what is defined as art
You coloured every direction,
Until the margins disappeared,
And the sky appeared in the colour of your eyes.
Until I tasted the marriage of seasons,
While I lay , wearing your arms around me.