Sunshine, Oranges and You.

If I could paint your name,
On that lonely piece of cloud
Then walk on the smoky trail,
Left by the jet plane.

I would paint it with blue.
Dipping my brush of memory,
In the palette of myriad hues.
To my humour,It would turn out as golden sunlight
The tint of a young spring sun.
Hidden in the peels of an orange.

And when you visit me like melancholy,
Painting my canvas blue.
From near to far,
To the endlessness and beyond

I’ll miss sunshine, oranges and you
And empty my paint bucket
To sprinkle in the blue emptiness,
Millions of gaily butterflies.