Friday, April 26, 2013

Photograph

i've seen the red sky
painted with pain
drops of peace 
trail across the windshield
rugged roots drip brown 
where gold promises are planted
grace grows, green and vivid

you found me gray;
i was not born this way.
i am a photograph
let all those colors
bleed into one river
and wash me over.

shut one eye

through the lense
find my smile
film unwind
unfiltered
watch the wild watercolor
eyes overexposed
technicolor glow
no words
just walk me home.

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