Picasso Found
 

How did I find you?
 

stepping softly in my dreams
 

you've awakened my purpose
 

my passion to just breathe/
 

world soul, created me over,
 

packed damp clay around
 

my chipped surfaces,
 

smooth me into a beautiful statue,
 

a finger bowl by your bedside,
 

dip in it gently/
 

twisting brown curls,
 

forehead rubs, finger massages
 

tremors soothed by liquid peace
 

the thought of your voice
 

simply sends me
 

I find rest, somber sleep/
 

problems melt when the canvass
 

succumbs delightfully under
 

careful tender strokes
 

never stopping until
 

I sigh deeply/
 

a broken mold
 

overlooked by so many
 

in a pathway of darkness
 

a Picasso,
 

I Found.
 

BY R. Reyes