Yearning

  i am not in deep purple my darling
  just anchored in ochre yellow
  like a newborn slab of clay

  i reside without you within me
  i yearn for you my darling
  in more colors than a spectrum
  bronze, gold, silver and yes
  the diamond in your eyes

  at times i just sit and muse
  like a moth upon a willow tree
  waving my wings, wearing patience
  waiting for your light to brighten

  such is love my sweet darling
  living and dying is the same
  passion sits not on plush green
  only the brown earth sees the truth

  back in an old photograph
  some pictured old man toddled
  with a long beard and a cane
  i saw in him a soul that danced

  under a kerosene lamp i have shed
  many a lightyear as a child
  just reading between the lines
  of what was said otherwise

  then as i revolve my thoughts
  around your beautiful heart
  my canvas is fully painted
  with all the hues of you