Painting

Painting
April 3 2011

Dali's My Wife

Painting

I loved you from the day the sunlight bounced off you

And into mine eyes, burning your picture into my mind.

The crystalline shimmer of your eyes glittering down the curvature of your nose,

Tracing the lines of your smile formed by the soft pink of your lips.

I longed for you when we were together, in the embrace of our youthful love,

And during the times when you were far, I imagined your voice next mine.

Remember when I closed my eyes and trace your face with my hands?

You asked me why and I said ‘twas to remember you even when I’m blind.

And I regretted ever remembering your face, with mine eyes and with my hands.

For I can still smell you, hear you, taste you, and feel you in my mind.

For I tried to forget you when you walked away as I pleaded you back.

Erase the sound of your cold voice when you said goodbye miles away one the last time.

It was foolish and hopeless to make you part of me,

For if I can make your real in my mind, who can erase it as I see you in those arms?

If I had done wrong it was to love; if a mistake t’was to love you most.

For even if I erase my mind black and void, the picture I painted would still be there.

The long black streaks for your hair and the sliver that line the shimmer of those tresses.

The darkened brown of your circled pupils, and the soft yellow of your perfect skin.

For if there was one great thing that I’ve created, one masterpiece I had made.

It was the image of light had made for me, here to stay till my memories are gone.