"My Love- I Treasure The View That Fills Your Eyes"
I've spent time thinking how you'd like the wind to move.
I savour those moments with you
when we both felt it on our skin.
I still treasure all those antics of yours
the tunes you danced to
when you thought I was not looking.
I stroke those lines.
My tongue swells
and I anticipate the very color of your touch.
Secrets about you keep me awake at night.
I keep them jars along with useless glitter
and dried out baby roses
blessed pink whenever I am sad.
I am hoping you will write back
if indeed my measures rhyme between your fingers.
I am this moments advocate.
I painted the plaster meant to block out smiles
giving them another mystery.
No worrying about slow souls
reaching for exits
who cares after all?
I have my feelings intact for you
nothing will ever change that.
I hear the shape of your shadow
and I am bewildered
forever stunned
that you remember me when I miss you.
I'll send lilacs through a windmill
sift out all those pleasure stealers
who pretend to not understand.
Oh my love
I will always treasure the view that fills your eyes
And when I miss you
in those middle of the night hours
as I hear your breath sleeping
I will reach over for you with my longing
stroke your forehead
and let you rest beside me.
Oh yes
I've spent time thinking how you'd like the wind to move.
I savour those moments with you
and within that magic
I will always love you.
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Kathy Ostman-Magnsen
21 March 2009
Copyright 2009
The image is of my painting "For Isa" 18x24 oil on canvas
I am represented by Monkdogz Urban Art, NY If you are interested in purchasing ORIGINAL art contact Bob Hogge, Marinia Hadley or Sebastian: http://www.monkdogz.com
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