A MOTLEY PALETTE

By Yasen Vedrin

(A Motley Palette)

I grew so used to watching through your eyes –

Deep down, to where your very heart would stay.

I captured all the mornings that would rise

And caressed sunsets at the end of day.

I felt you – burning hot, and filled with rain.

I touched the atmospheres where dreams would start.

I took you – innocent, and blamed with pain.

I envisioned you – with traits, and lines apart.

I loved you – transparent, and wrapped in haze.

I warmed you up amidst the snow and gale.

I dreamed of you – in sad and happy days,

With joys and shadows of a fearful tale.

I thirsted for you – blooming, green and white.

I vowed you to my manly, secret gleam.

I shielded you from autumn’s yellow blight.

I drank you up – both sober and in dream.

You have become my motley palette, true,

Within your shades I found your form and sign.

I grew so used to looking straight at you

And turning all my thoughts into a line.

I fly with you when morning light expands,

And in the sunset fall asleep, inside.

Satiated with love... Yet through the lands

Unsatisfied I wake in you – you in my tide.