Brushstroke Melody

Cocktails of my chromatic reverie

Dancing under lights of a revelry

Teach me to paint will-o-the-wisps

Promise you’ll hide a sunrise sleep

Staining hands with cobalt-deep ink

Bleeding blue words I’ll never think

Guide my hands away from danger

Talk ’til the night’s a distant stranger

Eternal stars under distracted clouds

From thoughts I’ll never whisper aloud

Quartz and ruby on the tip of my tongue

Embrace fading brushstrokes of a song unsung.

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