Louise Patricia Crane

Painted World

Behind the trees in the grass
Leafy shaded haze
The rapture all around
Captures me in its sweet embrace
Romances with intoxicating eyes

And she lives in a Painted World
As fragile as a dream

She gives a glance to the sky
The everlasting gaze
The envy of the flowers
Seduces me with heady scent
Temporary all-consuming fire

And she lives in a Painted World
As fragile as a dream
Holding everything in her hand
Cold as the breeze
The breeze