Paint is Free

...? i felt like it

Paint a picture and set it free,

Run the brush around the edges,

Wipe away the bars,

And think of me.

 

Paint the way it used to be.

Paint the way we used to see,

Before our eyes were clogged by

Clocks and lies,

Words thick as gold and men

Thick as the ties around their necks.

 

Craft us both in immortal strokes,

A touch of black in both our lips,

A splatter of blue for dream-come-true:

Painted dream that never chokes.

 

Paint the way your eyes saw mine.

Paint the way we walked the line,

Before our future was blocked by

Bars on the windows,

Sneers thin as mirrors and hopes

Thin as the canvas that they crave.

 

Paint a picture and set it free,

And I pray—

Please—

Do the same for me.

Reviews

[Crazy Cat Man]

Aww the beauty of painting..... a clever poem.......im painting a big mural now...ill keep this poem in my mind while I paint :D