Rainy, Reflection

If I were a painter and could paint my memory…

Today is a Norah Jones kind of day. She sweetly accompanies my writing-filled afternoon, as a cup of coffee sits to my right and a stack of papers sits to my left. My tired eyes and the gray sky outside match my melancholic mood, a somewhat welcome feeling at this moment. Reflection, perspective…

If I were a painter
I would paint my reverie
If that’s the only way for you to be with me

We’d be there together
Just like we used to be
Undertneath the swirling skies for all to see

And I’m dreaming of a place
Where I could see your face
And I think my brush would take me there
But only

If I were a painter
And could paint a memory
I’d climb inside the swirling skies to be with you
I’d climb inside the skies to be with you

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