my mind aglow
from the pastel pink
painting the horizon
a sketch of your smile
etched upon my mind
as the water beats
the double knots from
my weary shoulders
poetry trickles
down my tired frame
i mouth the lines
i will never write
to gurgle down
the hungry drain
to be born anew
as a fluffy white cloud
drifting aimlessly
collecting golden light
to wreath your
softly slumbering form