you paint my memories
with gentle strokes of affection,
swelling my empty landscape
as we dance in rains
of chilling watercolour.
Your passion of red
drips gleefully across
my sharp blue eyes,
merging into Technicolor thoughts,
exhibiting sweet pictures
in my mind

yet when we part,
the spectre of emptiness
excavates his grave of nothingness
through my heart,
as rains wash away our colours
and transform our masterpiece
to a canvass of white

oh my landscape craves
your colours,
come to me
my beautiful artist,