dip your brush in water
let it soak every bristle in the brush
make the paper blur
a slow water with a rush
the white should now be a puddle
reflecting a stormy sky
put some numbers on it
a lost license plate of a mind
make it a chaotic mess
but leave the soil black and white
trace the lines parallel
with every touch should come a sound
emitting noise of harmony
unheard of and not found
start to draw the colors down
just make a new horizon
let the colors run together
a sea of lost poseidon
let the brush control the paint
he’s a king who only demands
make it familiar and abnormal
then you start my hands
show the roots in the ground
extending as far as they can go
trying to reach hell from heaven
make them detailed, white as snow
show the roots come to surface
draw a contour of my arm
make the branches warm and sunkissed
a mother keeping you from harm
my gown should be deep red
roaring with emotions of a lioness
dominating in the sahara
the lion’s red should be free and restless
worshipped like saint clara
please be gentle to my shoulders
they are the balancing of a trapeze
run across the tightrope
make them defined and seen
my face should look content
a library of tangible fervor
eyes reflecting a clock’s glass work
a timeless, breathing answer
show the paint very strictly now
rain beating down on desert sand
make the strokes defined and strong
my face is that, of a hard working man
make it soft around the eyes
the fluttering of a butterfly's wings
soft and gentle be the gaze
the hopeful of hopeless is what you should see
take a step back
you will see it soon
the mountains of winter
the summer of june
the colors bleed together
they’re the months of the year
make my hair the sunshine
peaking from the cloud’s tears
take an inkpen
now you’re the sun
let the ink shadow
now finally, you’re done
