The Rejoicer Of A Drawing Poem by gregory collins

I made a sketch of the sun behind the clouds,
of the world that descends far beyond our sight,
of the waves that prepare to gnaw upon the coast,
of the roses from countless gardens that offer welcome,
and i painted you, undying by my side.

Then i waited.
Looked peacefully but with an eerie eye.
I had not painted the love that grows between us.
The reason why we have meaning under the stars,
and why the heavens fully understand
and allow us to experiment with shedding so many tears.

Then i remembered,
my heart needs no picture to be placing its burning coals.
For their privacy would burn up the dream i tried to sketch;
Their privacy believes i am still barefoot in my heart,
even when i have to walk over thorns.