Arrow Rock Literary Journal

You were not a picture I could take

Just mental image of peace I wanted to hold

To cradle in my eyes of sorrow

You paint the sky’s of blue of the day

In the same shade every time

At last I will lift up my eyes to the hills of your rise and setting sun

Your paint brush will sweep across the heavens

My imagination is set free

The colors your pick are never ending

You mix joy, creativity, and warmth in shades of orange

Love, passion, and life of red is curated

The spots of happiness and wisdom of yellow blend through

I am eager for mystery, nobility, and spiritual guidance within violet and indigo

You allow peaks of calmness, loyalty, stability of your glorious blue always shining

Even if behind

You paint a new picture with every rise and every setting sun

You are my painter in the sky with a never endless canvas

Grace Wood is the creator of this piece.