The window displays an unfinished painting
of the sun-tanned sky.
The unpolished crescent smeared at the edges
by the dampened breath of the tired sky on which the birds danced with the amber tendrils throughout the day, the aubade chirps skylarking with hustling footsteps on concrete roads.
The polka dots spurting out of the onyx colored fabric with the artist’s exuberance, the petal floating in the irises of hand held love finger crossed hope innocent prayer passionate contemplation bedtime story.
The voice of the grandfather clock saunters in through darkness, adding a new brushstroke with every tongue click,
while I watch the painting evolve, slowly, with every heartbeat.
The Barge View 
The paint brush in your hand painted a lovely picture.
Thank you!