Someone dreamt it.

Others built it.

A few paid for it....

Paint palette ready.

Brush dips gently.

Eyes close. ...

I love your colors,

Softness,

Freshness....

Not staring at you.

Just looking,

At a world, ...

Black and white.

Side by side.

Stretching to a place, ...

Dots.

Parentheses.

Sharp teeth. ...

Not cupcakes,

Or erotic.

Just marbles, ...

Another year,

When images,

Danced with fleeting thoughts. ...

Beauty,

Is out there.

I can feel it....

Tiles,

Beautifully laid.

Colors, ...

Sweet,

Shy,

Hiding. ...

Essence.

Arranged with love.

Colored in humility. ...

Grow.

Color the day.

Sprinkle happiness, ...

Lock us together.

Pass days with me.

In sixty years, ...

Broken pieces,

Discovering each other.

Creating harmony. ...

“Drooping down,

In the summer heat.”

We bloomed long ago. ...

Eyes don’t lie.

They just look.

Through everything. ...

Reserved.

For us.

Had to pass by today. ...

Imagined with the heart.

Sketched by hand.

Woven in time. ...

A stage-coach wheel,

Far from distant,

Arid wastelands. ...