Write Colours

Sometimes, I write for him

Of words, feelings, sights and sounds
Of highs and lows, heart breaks and burns
Of togetherness..
Of the sea, its waves, as they shimmer with the moon
Of the moon: its elusiveness, poignance, innocence
Of the cloudy tumultuous sky and rainbows
As she rains with joy, jubilance and jealousy
Of the smell of the earth when it rains
Of the shining freshly bathed leaves
Of the gentle sun on a winter day
All soothing tender touches of nature
They all leave and yet he remains

Always, I write for him.