Marigold Varnish

Noveyre

Rising Sun and a resin Sun, 

dappling this world like a marigold varnish 

whatever I'd give for a paint brush

to slather it all in such light. 

 

To have only happy reflections,

no doubts upon introspection 

and when you open up those cabinets 

the discoloration inside is gone. 

 

To look in the mirror with window eyes 

and a door for a mouth to release the words 

and stern-set nose like an oriel, 

and a will declared like a waiver- 

couldn't life be better, 

if only for marigold varnish?

 

  • Author: Noveyre (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 26th, 2017 18:39
  • Category: Unclassified
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