You paint muted joy
across my skies.
Pastel colors awash
in nature’s glory,
birthed by God’s
breath
and as I gaze
beyond the horizon,
Free birds fly
With such panache
and a subtle flair...
Heart soars
with wings
dreaming
of days ahead
when feet won’t
touch this earth
and vivid colors
cause heaven's
cheeks to blush
with joy,
fully expressed,
which will find us
laughing out loud…
©Copyright 2010 Marie Nease
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