Portrait

Portrait a world revolves around comfortable thoughts words that have essence only for you pictures of reds whites and sometimes blues laugh past their unclean unlocked door a portraits face in patterns abound words come in they leave without a trace to speak not with you remembering nothings but sometimes somethings we walk within paint by numbers grayed long ago wave to the shadows slowly fading by dance with such melodies you feel them sing swept into shelters with frozen walls a grandfathers clock a sentence within a time hello a wave goodbye a sad and smiling feign repose