Tinu in Soul and Memory painting - Click for larger image.
i wonder
if he lay across the floor…
was i imagined in his fingertips
did he
lay me across the floor
in his mind
scribing with color?
was i his imagination?
did i haunt ….or pester?
did i lurk …….or fester?
did he have to get me out or
did he need to make me live?
this
apparition of his….
it was what he intended
of me in his mental realm
where thoughts live and breathe like
light dancing with shadow
candlelit…
was i a whisper or a shout?
did i call him or
did he come to me willingly?
was he aware or was this
unconsciously?
was i a voice of song held inside him
or a whine trying to escape?
the she he made me….
she… contemplates
sharing many parts of my face
not made up of my mirror
but close enough to be mistaken.
some facts are exact.
my eyes
my skin
same expression
some clues are close
similar lips.
i have a shirt like that.
my hair was about that length
at about that time
i wonder
was it a picture of me
or a memory of my rhyme
that made him swirl colors
and bless them into art
when we were apart….
what
drew him in to draw a whisper of me?
will she be who i come to be?
i wonder…..
as i thank him
repeatedly
and
silently….