My mind, a field of red,
A work of art within my head,
My eyes, a solemn green,
Casting glances, never seen.
The curtain falls in graceful scenes
And all around the cosmos breathes,
Have you seen the blues of deep?
I go there in my dreams to sleep.
Parting ways, a lovers tiff,
I'm left to wonder.Why?What if?
A poem, tempting, tasting words,
Softening lines with gentle verse.