Contemplation
I smear colors across
the backs of my eyes
and make memories
of bright things
like
sunset skies
I rub glow sticks on darkness
and draw the picture of sound
so I
don't forget
how
ear drums
pound
I paint love with the faces
then I sprinkle the sand
I form pictures
of places
with my five-fingered hand
and I wave my ligaments against
the bevy
of thoughts
and the plentiful colors
that my five digits cross
the backs of my eyes
and make memories
of bright things
like
sunset skies
I rub glow sticks on darkness
and draw the picture of sound
so I
don't forget
how
ear drums
pound
I paint love with the faces
then I sprinkle the sand
I form pictures
of places
with my five-fingered hand
and I wave my ligaments against
the bevy
of thoughts
and the plentiful colors
that my five digits cross