Being You

The painting on the wall is so familiar
Yet I stand looking in awe as if I’ve never
Seen such beauty before.

And maybe it’s just that it came from you
But it moved me as I was looking
Made me wish that I could stand inside your head
As you were painting.

To know what you were thinking,
To feel what you were feeling,
To see what you saw from the first
Stroke of your brush…

You are a wonder to me
And you confuse me
Your simplicity,
Your complexity;
Your wonder and
Your depth.

And just when I think I know
Who you are
You surprise me
By being you.

~ 2008