She sings songs of blue worlds
those never seen through these eyes
The view of lavender hue
whispers like ghosts long gone
returning in the passing dusk
to gently say hello again.
She sings of star filled skies
of phantoms that run in forests deep,
here then gone,
but she knows the truth
with each indent below of passing thought,
time holds nothing for long,
to the eye invisible but souls ride winds
playfully reaching through words and design
to mark their presence
on waiting hearts.
He captures light in boxes
perhaps not seeing the entire shade
of her favorite colors in the box of his crayons,
he weaves effortlessly the magic
Like a modern Van Gogh
of starry nights and twinkling light melting
and her heart smiles for the pretty things ,
for the simple grace of love.
gorgeous photo sent to me by my father. Stunning, and the colors I adore and words that made my heart smile. Thank you Serenity.