Illusion

Draw me a blue sky
With a desert beneath
Use my blood as dye
Which to you I bequeath
Your fingers on my face
Give life to its details
And inspire it the grace
To finding which, it so fails
Then In a moment of time
When I touch eternal joy
You are my innocent crime
And I, the guilt of the boy
So paint me now and then,
On the walls of our home
And paint me once again,
Before our final gloam..