My god, Rachel, if I could paint my heart for you right now

the colors would blind us both
I am in mid-explosion and I can't help it
afraid to push open the door to this new understanding
Only now do I realize how far I have wandered
what it will take to bring me back

I am glad for you, such a beautiful image
of young and deliberate passion
time has not allowed you much failure
that cleansing fire of regret
your heart is as big as any canyon
even as my feet begin to slip

My god, Rachel, if I could paint my heart for you
an empty shell is all you would see
Choosing from among these pretty cages
I find strength because you are still so free
I am in mid-explosion and I can't help it
you are a flower blooming patiently

Krister Axel

A proud husband and father of two living in Southern Oregon. I write code, I make music, and I publish content on the web. See also: Podcasting, Poetry, Photography, & Songwriting.

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