pictures

i'm happy at twilight
i can't get my self to go to bed now
as much as my body is begging me
i'm captivated by the mystical time of
now
its like the changing of the guards
night and day mingle
and switch
when the first star appears
i fall silent
and my eyes light up
like a little girl
getting a pony
i dont know why
i forget everything
i want to dabble my pudgy fingers
in finger paint
and pretend i can capture the beauty of this
time
a little blue
a little red
light purple
but it wont
it wont catch anything
i'm too old to have people look at my
pictures and guess what they hold
so i can't
much like the tree that needs a poem
off san fernando road
my twilights need a painting