Head down with my thoughts on fire
You’re on my mind as much as day one
Maybe more
Cracks of doubt seep on in
as the painted strokes begin to run
off the canvas to the floor
This work is not perfect
as my brush strokes in a strengthening sun
that makes my heart sore
I’m picking up stardust
that’s falling hard off your wings
that stings and leave scores
Am I half the glow of this painting
that you emit in my eyes
in yours?
that’s a thought spinning round
rattles in my head as I walk in my sleep
steps become a chore
burning
spinning
rattling
in my very core