My Paint Box
If I were to paint Love, 
I would dip my brush in the stars
and paint the sparkle in your eyes;
I would take the sunset on my palate,
to trace the colours across your heart
from the ever changing skies.

And if I were to paint friendship,
I would mix the ageless mountains
that reach across the miles,
with  a touch of eiderdown
in tender strokes, I’d paint your hands
and gently draw your smile.
 
may 2004