Take these dreams and make them pink,
with hopful breath held in,
wanting all that I have glimpsed,
to become an overwhelming reality,
Paint me blue,
cause I am missing you.
The sky above,
knows your name,
and clouds will come to linger,
with soft wet gazing,
upon your sigh,
silver, written across my skin.
Paint me a star,
so I know where you are,
and can keep wishing on you,
so much more reliable,
and more soothing,
than violets purple grin.
Cheery yellow is my spelling,
with red passion blazing forward,
ever white-faced at my daring,
as I draw a green grass thought of morning,
when once more your voice coats me,
in colors that bring me joy.