The Artist’s Poetry

In shock and disbelief,
I looked out the window at night,
The sun had set and yet I
couldn’t believe it’s no longer the most beautiful phenomenon I’d seen.
I couldn’t believe how the sky changing colors,
was upstaged by a single smile so bright darkness became nonexistent. You stood atop the bridge, one fateful afternoon and I was the luckiest one alive. To see such rare beauty gaze into my eyes.
Late night phone calls and morning dew,
do not hold a candle to that brightness.
I’m all for painting blanks, but because of you,
I became an artist.

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