My blurry eyes could never see
The picture that you painted
The stingy strokes from broken brush
So jaded and so tainted
I only saw a dream I grew
And hung upon my heart
Until the thread had passed its prime
And slowly fell apart
I couldn't see the picture
Big as life in front of me
The tattered frame, the canvas worn
Your longing to be free
I clung to vines that broke each day
But hope was on my sleeve
Until the day my ladder broke
And it was time to leave
The clouds were still, the tears ran down
My garden and my flowers
Cleansing me, caressing me
Through many mending hours
The sun upon my eyelids
Was a welcome, friendly sight
Reminding me the best will come
And I will be all right
(6-27-2008)
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