The Artist

Seeing many sunrises leads to long days

Days of memories of purple and pink colors

Yellows and oranges mixing on the horizon

Like paints on the artist's palette

They form new colors and new memories

Each day brings with it something different

Like a finger print

Never two being the same

One day the sun brought something new to me

A new memory that I wanted to keep remembering

A new color to add to my palette

And I called that color friendship

That color eventually bleed into a yet another new memory

And I called it happiness

So now I have this friendship, this happiness, and I mix them together on my palette

And I called it you

You the wonderful new memory,

the new color,

the new friend.