It's A Tree

Thoughts wander freely,
Without sense of limitation.
Dreams, fears, and ever lasting
Aspiration are painted in a bold
Indigo, forming a tree.

I see it stripped of leaves, and I know..
There's no turning back now.
Unsatisfied feelings, once trapped
Within a mask of varying shades of
Life's colors are painted amongst
Skies in violet.

And with my heart hanging by
A branch, I've painted the beauty
Of feeling a feeling. There is no
promise of a feeling returned,
though we are never truly promised
anything but this moment.
And I would rather try.

With a tree of indigo, there is
A feeling of beginning, and though
They've tried to cut it down, my
Heart lies strong, handing by a branch,
For her and her beauty.

The nights have grown long, though
She is carried, her beauty pushing
The tree to strive for its color.

Her beauty is ever lasting through
This painter's mind.

It is painted through each drop of
Water color, as the brush caresses
the canvas ever so slightly, and they
become one. Her beauty, her strength,
her unfathomable and intriguing mind
lie shown through every corner of the
page, and everything that lies within
reason of that hanging heart.
Now is now, and I know..
I must paint this picture.