The Landscape

  
It looks, like a painting by an artist.
Shades selected to exude,  
the love and honesty-  
and honestly, it reminds me of our song:  
   
Honey.  
   
How the tree they planted grows and changes,  
and how one lover, doesn’t get to see this.  
I always cried when I listened  
and now it’s played out in reality, it sounds different.  
The tears come in new gasps, and aches and howls  
as I grasp the fact you I can’t be with you for this    
                        -now-  
today the leaves are falling.  
The painting of the forest running  
down the canvas  
.  
And I dream in a pool of light,  
                          -despite my life  
that’s played in black and white.  
   
So, when I get frustration in my eyes  
it sometimes streaks away  
the disarray I’ve been in.  
And now when I close them  
I don’t just see sparkles of light  
I see him.