Canvass
by Lara Lorraine Cada
Paint me a canvass, a canvass felt morrow
Paint me a leaf, a leaf leaves no sorrow
Place me in a mattress, no curve that gives tomorrow
Today, tomorrow, us entangled in hallow
Sheath of a thin layered skin
Divine combine of a given sin
Lips of a bloom, kiss that lingers moan
Wisp of the wind, moarn
Today we seek no more
Laughters sought before they morrow
Hinder shades of far behind
Steady they sing ignite those we speak
Lorraine de Lara 