The Scribbler's Song (for CU)

4 June 2017

 

If only I were an artist
I would paint portraits of you
lying on your side in bed
your hand holding your head
a smile lighting up the world
like the sunrise that morning
when I first thought, I love you.

If only I were a musician
I would compose songs for you
holding tightly to my guitar
the way I once held you
embracing all that you are
my fingers caressing chords
of love as I sang from afar.

But I am just a scribbler
sketching these lines for you
fledgling words waiting to fly
like hawks soaring across the sky
or starlings singing on phone lines
the notes of a fleeting song
as my thoughts fly home to you.

©Stuart Coleman