The Smallest Harp Poem by gregory collins

My open hand holds a gift.
I made a small harp out of your hair;
the hair i sucked the rainwater out of that day.
The day i told you i would like
to tag along with a rainbow......
See what it is like.

But like the stars my dear,
one day you might find me misplaced.
Because if i am going blind,
I hope the colors ease the pain.
If the hours chime for beauty and it looks like freedom,
wake me with a kiss and a sip of wine.