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"PAINT MY DREAMS"
By Helen Charlotte Hill

All the dreams I had about you,
The desires and the hopes;
Was it you, painting them for me?
Sweeping your oil-drenched brush
Into my life and heart?
The vibrant colours,
The vermillion, the aquamarine;
Burnt sienna and emerald green;
You created every landscape
That I dreamed of us walking in,
One step ahead with your magic,
Adding the hues to the scene.

But suddenly,
So abruptly,
You stopped painting for me.

And now my dreams
Are just a blank white canvas;
My heart, a waiting easel;
Longing for you to once again
Pick up your brush
And recreate the masterpiece
That was my dream
Of us.

Poem copyright Helen Charlotte Hill 1999

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