PAINTING

dear painting,

you are the dark of the midnight sky

you are the harked crystal lullaby,

a melancholy tears that lie

in the midst of the ocean cry.

dear painting,

you are the anything of thine,

and will be everything be lighted,

that laid beneath my artist eyes

is underneath the creation of mine.

dear painting,

poetry is painting, no lie

winged words are colors and lines

you will be the anything of thine

a bird, the birth of ancient.. from mind.

for me,

my painting did i paint my muse,

drew what i love, and her, it was you

but only within my creation view

can be seen that, love me, is you.