Poem me

Poem me a Playground
Meet me where artists paint the world prettier than I've ever seen it
I need to re-think my storms
Convince you there are harmonicas in my music
That melody is my tongue-tied birthmark

Someone once told me I could use a little apathy
I feel too much
Get stuck in my rainstorms
I've been dreaming in summertime fireflies for far too long
While the world drowns out radiance in flurries of escaping white
That linger to create grey

You dance your way home
An artist, pulling birds from the sky and painting them beautiful
You color my world childhood
In your paper-back notebook
Pouring passion on paper
Covering grey with a blanket of warmth

What a smile you have, lady
You make those birds itch to sing with you
You remind me of days when scientists and poets were the same people

You make me wish time moved backwards
That feet moved hurriedly in reverse
That the wind swallowed up the bird's songs and played them like banjos

So please, follow me to the playground, lady, the swing set could use some paint
And tonight, I'd like to fly