Bring me broken words and I will mend them
Offer me an open hand and I will give you
Moving pictures in my minds eye
Color dripping from the corners of a canvas I am sheltering
Dreaming of risking all I have to save a cool light
Tinge of white
on your face dips into my poetry
Bring me linen and I will sew for you
Stars and verses from our conversations
Lay your cheek upon my shoulder
and as the room begins to dim
to a softer hue
I will waltz with you
to the doorway of your conscience
where joy consumes us there
For where I am resting
Is when you are there
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