Emotional mirages

Indescribable senses

Euphoria for a minute

Depression for two

The music in melancholy

The joy in pain

The tones in black

No gray

Just a kind of blue

Shadows of night

Shades of right

The scent of a sunny day

Sounds lead to play

Recollection

Memories in ashtrays

Cheesecake on birthdays

Hugs on Sundays

Mass consumption

Power in the masses

Unlearn

Untrue

Fluid

Like skin cells

Morphing into flesh

After the morning dew

Comes rest

The morning conversation with me

 Began with you

And ended with us

Somewhere in the middle

Deceitful echoes

  Pronounced we were threw.

Yet, if time

Remains a mystery

The past similar to the future

Can never be

 Every breath presents possibility

Within the harmony of hearts

 I share my symphony

Slowly drawing you into me

  Night after night,

We play a range of chords

 In need of nothing

We experience bliss

Knowing that eyes can tell lies

We make blindfolded vows

“I will be your pen”

“I will be your brush”

“I will be your paper”

“I will be your canvas”

Through the years

 My absence became clear

I blamed choices

Claiming to be free

Your creativity required repression

A fool

 I was loving me

You moved away

 I stumbled then staggered

From museum to museum

Searching for art

Desperate for lines, colours, shades

And tones that speak

With the same fire you did

 Amidst the beauty

I envision you

 From your shades of blue

To your intense red

 You paint me anew,

Then, call us a masterpiece.