• benhurbedford 21w

    As I Draw For You.

    The Nature that I Draw for you,
    crumbles in my hands while i ought to do,
    the painting of my picture vast and mesmerizing.
    The poetic form and acceptance of their criticizing.

    I unveil a cloud and extinguish the smoke.
    Drawing the stars in my eyes, I would hope.
    I swim in your pain, the flooding of blood in your lie.
    Looking across the river I stumble on a puddle of mud but I fly.

    Where have I been? I stay foolishly centered.
    In a vivid dialect to speak like a wizard .
    I am the Nature I Draw for you.
    And develop the craft, although it is the colour of blue.
    ©benhurbedford