Emerald solitude

Emerald solitude

I close my eyes and
See the green, color of the sadness
Why green you might of ask
Blue usually is on the mind

That how i conceive the bleakness
My technique to deal with it
To paint your face on the green canvas
I use the eyes instead of hands

I paint your hair in the unkempt disposition
The nose, slightly heavy chin..the eyes
Yours and mine finally encounter,
Drilling aperture in the emerald solitude