Sleek sunlight dissolves underneath the wings
Laying beneath my raxeira stained t-shirt.
When siren sounds illuminate ethereal harps,
Two hands reach up for paintbrushes,
To create realms; written works of art.
Graphite drips from my fingers,
Free-falling toward Earth’s palm,
While tainting watercolor treasures,
Among the soul gems,
Beating, on the river garden’s surface.
As I paint a portrait of you,
I dream of
Within your cyan tarnished eyes.