life drawing sketches May 2006

We are perfect reflections of the purple sky staring at the setting sun. Every now and then a paintbrush can appear to be a lover's tears or a crooked smile or a human heart, but only if  you want it to. I've compared your smiles to the moon's silver tears raining softly on my black rose-garden, and I know that nothing grows by accident, and that nothing has waited for you longer than I will. I cannot sleep deep enough for you to lose me... You cannot escape me even as I dream. With my stark blue eyes I saw you sitting in the midst of all the falling rain like a sorceress on the verge of undiscovered pain. And you tossed your words into the air like a princess-goddess gambler, tossing your dice above the green tables. ~ Ty