Dreamer's Canvas

 

cold nights, I let myself dream

of your silhouetted form, against

the icy blue sky, looming above

the branches of trees, twisted

as the turquoise sheets would be,

surrounding our bodies, a blur

of childish giggles, innocent

kisses, we were yellowed figures

on a pale blue canvas, our skin

dotted with orange drops of sun,

as your lips brushed, like the

tools of an artist, new shades of

colors not yet invented, across

my flesh, until I was a spectrum

of my own, but it couldn't last

it never does, the hues once

emblazoned on me, now fade

and dawn breaks, my window

glows, as your skin did with

sun drops, and I carry on my

humdrum life, as if I never did

dream of anything much, but on

cold nights, I become your canvas.

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

Glowing romance, flaming color of erotic thoughts.

A beautiful dream in which you distill colors of the
lover`s thoughts as the painter concentrates his oils.

Everything about this poem is artistry in motion, even the
sentences arranged into curves of pleasing form.

My favorite !
---- Eagle Cruagh

[Vannah]

very nice...

[Nny]

C.J.: It's a combination of both. By day they are sad that they are without this person even though they pretend like it doesn't matter, but at night they can be happy and fulfilled -- even if it is only a dream and not reality.

[C.J.]

wow i cant realy tell is the person sad? its like a lover is leaving the person whats his?her feelings happy, sad, mad? other then that such a great poem!!