easel

 her face radiates in the fade away rain

i sleep and i lay on a mist memory

that took half the ocean plus my heart away

no trace was then found,no sun shone to say

that blue sorrow girl with a spine like monet

had an easel that shone like the moon

but never to stay

i bear to repeat

the fleece of a sheep

could look more complete

if it all looks the same