And as I nestle in to my picture-less world
With crayons ready and fists intact,
I draw you clear as color on canvas,
In shades and shapes and features very much 
   of my own desires;
And I notice your face, and it stands formless 
   over my arms,
Telling me silently that it's alright, that it's 
   going to be alright,
And that sleep and dreams will forever be not 
   only possible
But a closer part of us than we could ever 
   have yearned for.


© 2002 Lainey Johr
FLYING DECORATED BALLOONS
LAINEY JOHR
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