On a canvas

If only you would pick a colour for me
Paint me in bold sweeps and steady strokes
Lay me across your canvas
Just the way you like
I could be sunshine yellow for you
With eyes blue cobalt azure indigo
If thats what you want
And with a hint of coffee on your brush
mixed with copper and touched with gold
You could try and paint my skin
Turn me into daffodils
Pick me up and smell me
Or maybe a dancing brook
That you can dip your toes in
A bird in flight, the rising sun
Poetry on a canvas, a look, a sigh
A blurry portrait or a jumbled Dali
A picture within a picture
Make me say a thousand words and yet
Nothing at all