On a Painting

Within my mind, I step
into your created room
where everything is blue,
even the shape of you
brush striped black;
amongst outlined objects

your desolation to be found,
spread out on the canvas
hiding for hues of summer blues
beyond a painted window pane,
persuasively alluring my eyes,

begging me to hurry outside
to walk in jade green valleys,
down to quiet water of a lake;
yet! I stay to wonder about you
captured in your room of blues.