The Canvas Of My Soul: The Hues Of My Palette
Is my heart inside my chest?
No, I gave it to a remote lamp.
My heart lamp is near your window pane.
Its light is purple in the pale rain.
Moonlight Sonata shows you my face.
You stretch your fingers to reach my hand.
How far is your land?
Doesn't my heart warm the cold rain there?
Do I shine on your window pane?
Am I your solitude or your soul mate?
Am I your lit lamp or my own shade?