Tender is the Night
When I look to the horizon and the picture is not what I painted
The clouds have rolled in and the rain has not stopped
I have a paint brush
I have energy
But I have no blue paint for my sky
I paint and I paint and I paint
and still no blue sky
What do you tell the artist
Nothing I have done or is able to do can seem to make it right
In my anger and frustration i paint and create darkness
In my loneliness and despair I create to keep me company
Distracting myself
Moment after moment
Day after day
Week after week
One day I will have to come to terms with it
That I have no BLUE paint for my Sky