I am artist, I am poet.
I am lost in the thought
Of all that you represent
To me.
The dream...
Dark and light,
Clear and draped in mists,
Velvet and liquid.
The vision...
Shadows and sirens,
Waves and sunsets,
Silence and euphoria.
The touch...
Soft and sculpted,
Pure and receptive,
Gentle and hungry.
The passion...
Raw and craving,
Open and giving,
Expressive and soaring.
My bruststrokes and words
Dance from the fire of union...
Melting on your canvas
Blending with your music
Embracing all that you offer:
Explosion of colors and feelings,
Of experience and desire,
Of fullness and the need
For more.
You drain me, stain me
Claim and maim me...
And, I take a deep breath
As I look in awe
At what you have done
For me.
The perfection of form,
The simplicity of detail,
The completeness of thought.
And I smile...
For I cannot find a better way
To describe you,
To touch you,
To be with you...
Than when I dance with you
On your blank canvas.
this one was really good
Chana Fuller
You have such a way of bringing a smile with simple thoughts and ideas. You pack much passion into your piece. Thoroughly enjoyable.