the water paints blend
as i try to share my oil with you,
helping to keep your lamp bright,
as the coming comes
can i go with you
to the lake for a fresh dip
with a basket of fruit,
full and over flowing
like the waterfall that
my soul goes over each look
you gaze in my eyes
as i wait for your reply
my finger tracing
the sores on your feet
this one must have taken
some time to get through,
i thought
time is a funny thing,
just when you think
it’s the right time,
it writes.
and the water turns to wine
and we drink each other in

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