Tuesday, April 17, 2012

STROKES

May I see you now?
Yesterday was surreal.
And tomorrow's going to be
the waking part of me.

I keep hovering, oh it's daunting!
bubbles of anticipation...
to prick or let it pop,
or make it fall and fade.

You keep running,
I am chasing.
unaware, I keep babbling.
this tiny heart's pursuit
seeking kicks and punches.
Yeah, never mind
this won't be exhausting. 

today, i woke up and ran through my collective pens.
I took this one of different shade,
And I saw you, like you're near.
The beautiful canvass of hues and clues...
A resplendent masterpiece.
Thank God, the mighty artist. 

I explored; my thoughts astray,
caught a sight of you, the magnificent portrait. 
with soul hidden and unbidden
of crashes and clashes,
of beauty and perfection,
of spirit and light.

with eyes slightly closed, 
I let my fingers ran along the marks and linger;
In your heart, the paint, only I could trace,
Feel the warmth and define you by my senses.
Inside you, I can hear the beating;
I wish I could glimpse.
Do allow me.