Remember… to forget

I lost my view of portrait I’d once seen,

of lady twining together her tears,

no longer can I remember that scene,

 .

elapsed colors of her skin, blue and green,

the drowning balloon of sun in the rear,

I lost my view of the portrait once seen,

.

her lapel eyes dark-circled waning sheen,

gazing deep with a vision of a seer,

no longer can I remember that scene,

.

my loss matching hers, memory swept clean,

blinding kohl we have tinged in our eyes, smear(ed),

to lose the view of things we had once seen,

.

my thoughts jumbled, the dots blurred, I careen

to deter what might have become a fear,

no longer shall I remember that scene,

.

I try hard to recall her grief serene,

to wipe it away and draw a veneer,

to lose the sight of portrait I’d once seen,

no longer would I remember that scene

Draw me, sketch me….

Draw me, sketch me, make a portrait of the being that is me

Show me who I am, what I do, which way I should go

Show it to me through your art, tell me who I am

Write me, read me, scan me, make a novel out of me

Let me know who I am, what I do, which way I should go

Let me be known through your creativity who I am

Won’t you do this for me, this much I ask from you

Would you do this for me, I ask nothing else from you

Show me, let me know- would you?- Draw me, sketch me,

write me, read me, make a portrait, write a novel out of me.