painting

you paint the picture,
and then insist it's reality

you paint a victim,
you paint an evil one

but you painted it,
you are the only one involved

is that what you want to paint
for fun?

or would you paint the Giver,
the Generous One,
the friend,
the love that falls from the stars,
and carpets the ground on which i walk?

where falling is cushioned
by love
and headwinds caress,
cleaning out all clutter
i would no longer carry

where hurricanes
are in a hurry
to clear the coast
so i can see
the sea?

would i paint the seen,
the storms rising
but to fall and rise again

or
rain water for cleansing,
quenching, nourishing,
growing, transporting,
floating, supporting...

the Giver,
the endless giver

as this brush dips toward the palette,

what color, friend, what color

would you paint me?