Sky Secrets

I cannot exploit the nature of this kind of love with mere words...as deep as words may come, they will never do the justice I seek. 

Will I instead, madly mix colors of all types, dip my fingers in and slowly drag them over the white of a canvas,

To the tune of my heart, the melody of my mind and the encore of the depth that makes my head spin in clouds of patched artwork, 

Phrases of stringed words on pages in 100 books, those that held meaning, that threatened tears and left me numb but warm and wanting more. 

I've gazed at the universe for an answer and it has warned me of whispering the skys secrets.

I touch the canvas, my hands feel as though they have absorbed the paint like a sponge to water, my insides ache to express this love, the texture draws me in, sensory overload, paint seeps through from my fingertips. 

I quiet the world and listen to the sound of my body, my mind, my soul. I paint the feeling of songs, the colors of feelings, the crossroads. I paint the smell of coffee and the alluring smell of paperback, I paint every word I have ever read. My wrist takes a slight turn and I am painting the sound of the wind, the iridescent hues formed from sunsets, too many I've laid my eyes on. I paint the way the moon glistens over the ocean, the reflection it leaves. 

I stand back.

I reach again into the paint and my heart takes over. I'm standing at a distance, splashing colors, webs of passion, tears, I see them form, running down the canvas as they would down your cheeks. I splash more and its chaos but its irresistibly beautiful to watch, to feel. Inside I'm screaming, I want to write but I know this is not my place, so I carry on and I get it all out, the raging plateau of desire burning. 

I continue...this time i choose once more to trail my fingertips across the now almost filled canvas , I paint the feel of fire, not just the sight. I paint the tremble of standing near the edge of a cliff, looking down, wanting to jump and then I paint the electric pull that sends you stumbling backwards, so forceful you lose balance and right there I stroke patterns of adrenaline, pain, falling and rising. 

I allow the paint to run. The canvas has taken a clear beating of my emotions. 

Lastly I let my soul in and I add yellow into the cracks of white, with a touch of every song I've ever heard bleeding over the final product, sealing it with lyrics fit to save a life. 

Is it complete? I fear not but this, this is the secret of the sky, the hidden words inside of me, of a love so powerful, I simply cannot write.