Within my mind, the painting lingers..,
Each brilliant brush stroke is a vision to behold.
If I dare to fly, will I reach the sky?
And upon my ascent, will I find the clear blue horizon
Wither to darkened hues of grey?
these thoughts, God's beauty manifests . . .
Ah look, tis a rainbow yonder, colors of my love.
Tis there, where I'll settle my weary wings,
Amid contentment for all I've known.
Tis a fine place
to dwell amidst magical wildflowers,
Renewing the colors set upon thy palette.
Imagining the next stroke upon thy canvas.
Supreme beauty reaches deep inside my soul.
Thou art poetry, soothing my mind.
Tenderly, the painters brush touches my heart . . .
Each image a memory, each stroke a hint of things to come,
Each passing moment an integral bit of the artistry called life.
the wildflowers most alluring fragrance penetrating
The fresh Spring night's moist air,
Buzzing upon thee to dance in the shadows of love . . .
Tis the most devine painting of all.
buzz buzz buzz . . .