If I Could Paint the Sky

I could never say
 I would like for you  to be stronger
than the wind or rain.
 You sparkle
even when raging tempests
are knocking
 on the door of time.

I can hear passion in your voice
 when you tell me
you remember
how I sang I love you
 in your ear
 and called you my Muse
that whispers words of love
over my shoulder.

I look into the window of your soul
 see my own
smiling back happily
 in the reflection of a mirror
that ripples stronger
every day.
 I can see myself there
 still singing to you
within this art
I write in my tears
of joyful rain.

If a painting of the skies could open up
a tidal wave of hidden emotions
 that would change life for the better,
 I would learn
 how to paint for you.
 Then you could breathe in
 how I feel
when you touch me
 each time
 you look at my painting again.

I would never expect you to be stronger
than the wind or rain
and I know you don’t expect me
 to paint the sky.
  So for now
 I will write the words of love
 you whisper over my shoulder
 and sing I love you,
in your ear
until the day
 I die.

Reviews

[Tainted Ink]

Ahhhh, it's like drinking a cool glass of iced tea on the porch....I have no clue if this was to a lover, but I read it twice and felt it was for a daughter?? I love your elegance and fragile steel wings that paint a monet like poem.... beautiful.
PS: I lived in Georgia for a decade in the foothill of the Appalachians...kinda feel a sisterhood with you.

[Rene Velez]

truly beautiful poem Neva....I expect no less.

[An owl on the moon]

There is such a beautiful, lifting song moving through your words.. transparent and powerful... yielding a touch with colorful expressions and the deepest emotion.. experiences of life and love that melt two into one on canvas.. This is rich and free and full..