Poetry

Half of the Time

My heart’s only in it half of the time,

the other half fast fades away

but then for a bit, a moment sublime,

it goes along with the charade.

A bittersweet vision dancing in light,

a vision undoubtedly you,

but fast does it fade and try as I might

my world fades to a shade of blue.

Poetry

Lost In the Lines

I never could draw within the lines,

my hands held the colors

too heavily

or they just weren’t steady enough,

impatient even.

But you,

you have drawn a world

I love to visit,

a world of bright colors

and shades and hues

that I can’t help but get lost in,

hoping that I can stay hidden

within those lines

for as long as I can.

It’s meticulous and mysterious

but as familiar

as the morning air.

It’s your art. It’s your words.

It’s you.

Poetry

Behind the Curtain

Tap the box and the image

might go from black and white

to black and white and blue,

this tale presented

in glorious technicolor!

Tune in now

to see the off-color

shades, static,

the blurry image

of a gray brick road

that leads to Kansas

from Oz,

see the one behind

the curtain, behind the screen,

behind the scenes

when the power turns off

and the screen

turns reflective