I found a paint brush
A tool to color some universes
And with this wand in my terrestrial grip
I brushed across a canvas
And gave my tears pigment
Have you ever looked at the reflection of trees on a lake,
as rage on a placid surface?
Have you ever viewed the creamy aquatic blue of cloudlike hues on an oceanscape stretch?
It reaches far.
While glistening crescents of an ocean current hold sunlight glimmers,
My chest holds a beating heart with peaks of pain
That come, that go, that spike, that grow.
Cutting, reflecting, refracting
Watery salt stream down a face
Take me out of this loud and noisy place
It’s here I fear
It’s hear it’s too clear