Maybe its as simple as a flower
blossoming in the spring
to get me right,
Maybe I am just a one brush stroke
away from the complete portrait
on your canvas.
Maybe I am as easy to get
as a bashful smile
on the wedding night.
Maybe I am as transparent as
a naked bird, flightless,
on a barren land...
why then, I stand watching you go blank
I think sometimes to myself,
i ll blossom with different petals,
rearrange some lines on your canvas,
turn away with your first touch..
or just fly!
but I am me ...
and maybe, just maybe
I ll stay this way.. so you won't miss me.
I am dipping myself,
while you sleep in the lap of misty night,
in the colors of the morning sky...
Ill paint a different morning on your window pane...
warm orange and bright,
Just come out to the light,
you might see me clearly,
in a flower, color or an emotion..