To paint this view

in words alone

without a brush.

Consisting of strokes

finer than a lair of hair,

I shade these shades.

In light and dark

dull grey of clouds

or bright sky blue.

Tantalizing darkness,

stars lit on black velvet.

A moon rising up

over a sharp drawn horizon.

That’s how I draw you

into your mind

and heart with shadows,

over your mirror image.




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