The Backyard Of My Life
The Writer And The Painter
While you wait for the dawn to crawl
Through your window
Time slipping away like water in your hands
Looking at her naked on the bed
With a towel wrapped around her
She starts stepping into shoes
I admire her irresistible blend of beauty and strength
I would love to delve deeper in to her mind
Explore what kind of dreams and wishes she keeps
Have long conversations and real sensations
So we both lay back and smoke a cigarette
She tells me a little about her childhood and where she grew up
Some assorted secrets i shall never repeat
She said she loves to paint and all art is pain
So i picked up a pen i said i love to write
And just like you i see the world in a different light
She smiled and said you understand me
I laughed and said where you see colour in my life
I see poetry in your eyes let me take what is yours
I will keep it with mine in heart shaped box
She said been on your own feels good but it never felt right
With this strange kind of chemistry between us
Somehow she was reaching my soul with an invisible touch
We both wondered what two creative people would make
Maybe a magnificent masterpiece maybe nothing at all
She started sketching something on a brown envelope
While i jotted down some words in red note book
Swapping suggestions along the way
I was spell bound by her just do it attitude
Whatever she wanted she would fiercely go after it
She appreciated my humor and tenderness
Each of us possessing what the other lacked
The writer and the painter had plenty of potential
Yet for no real reason we drifted apart
Life will always imitate art
By Keith Hagger
