On her Canvas

Painted darkness through light filled brushes,
Windy whispers of stars- dark light blue,
And this river where passionate blood rushes,
A crimson heart with purple hue-
fading through dark blue skies,
splashing in dark brown eyes-
The whisper rises to fade away.

The white beam, on darker
shades of green- the sound of laughter
with bird songs after: rising
with the golden sun.
A shade to disappear here,
myself i see on rounded eyes,
damp- on light brown tinted leaves.

Mystic forests mystify- the
sorrowful laughter, the happy cry,
roses on crimson red- a lovely kiss,
the rushing streams from creeks up high,
sound the wind-bells- crystal:
The river now runs deep from light,
to lonely woods to darker green,
to a younger heart, away, alone.

The windpipe blows sweet melody,
sings of woe through  fantasy,
Her eyelids dark and forest deep:
the river is lost- deeper and deeper-
fading to a distant late blindness