Drop of Paint

Had my canvas primed in white, some water by my bed
A wooden palette smeared with reds and gray­s and blues
Dipped my brush into the paint, traced the outline of your face,
then I washed it clean for color number two
There’s a little drop of paint in a mason jar of water that turned every last
ounce a crimson hue
And it’s the same with you, you had a minute with my heart, now you color
everything that I do
Stew pot’s on the boil, house was filled with steam, bowls and spoons in twos
like Noah’s Ark
Dash of salt and spice to make it like you like, bring it to my lips and there
you are
There’s a little pinch of salt in a ladle full of comfort that opens all the
flavors into bloom
And it’s the same with you, you had a minute with my heart and now you color
everything that I do
A flower turns its' face to the sun
Snow melting makes the river run
Tide rises high to meet the moon, meet the moon
There’s an echo in my ear sounding like your voice, a feeling that fills any
empty room
You had a minute with my heart and I live it every day 'cause when you brushed
against my heart it soaked through
And now my whole world is tinted with you
Yeah, you color everything that I do