I painted a picture today
        in soft watercolor
  across a perfect spring sky.

As a collage of possibilities
        emerged from the warm,
           lazy pastels,
  I reveled in my creation.

And the gentle wisps of clouds,
        knowing no destination,
  Admired my work 
    in their careless passing.

As the sun surrendered its rays
        to the last bits of horizon,
  the hue cast across my sky
    offered a security.

And then...
      ...your smile...

And my masterpiece found motion.
   
As you completed the last details,
        we shared in its brilliance
  while the stars danced
    to the touch 
        of your brush.