Drop of Paint - Amber Rubarth

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