picture

colors made of words, phrases, sentences, lines.
With these feeble mediums I paint you.

Your hair gentle waves
each crest created by the pebble thrown into a pond
concentric troughs
slowly fading to an indistinct ripple

Each strand the elegant roan
sun glistening over manicured coat
beauty of the stallion standing tall and proud
captured by each hair flowing in the wind

The sun crests a distant hill
revealing rays of brilliance
the half crested moon
brilliantly white
this is your smile

Here my palette runs dry
my colors all used
maybe someday I will fill the rest
I will see you through all senses
Then and only then
words will be forgotten