I dipped my pen into the
Coolness of night’s blues
To paint an atmosphere
Of quiet serenity’s rest;
I unraveled today’s canvas
Freshly made of aspirations
So that I can begin to design
A journey into new destiny;
I stapled the canvas onto the
Framework of my inhibitions
To assure that the dampness
Shall not cause it to rescind;
I set my untouched art onto
the stand of principles that
steadies it from the harsh
Brush strokes of restoration;
What shall my painting be?
Shall it be reminiscent of
Antiquity or shall it express
the newness of Neolithic joy;
will this piece become more
than a vision in my mental or
can it be the manifestation of
a lifetime of spiritual direction;
I stand before this new canvas
Untouched by the hands of time
hoping today this will be the
masterpiece I’ve so longed for.
Coolness of night’s blues
To paint an atmosphere
Of quiet serenity’s rest;
I unraveled today’s canvas
Freshly made of aspirations
So that I can begin to design
A journey into new destiny;
I stapled the canvas onto the
Framework of my inhibitions
To assure that the dampness
Shall not cause it to rescind;
I set my untouched art onto
the stand of principles that
steadies it from the harsh
Brush strokes of restoration;
What shall my painting be?
Shall it be reminiscent of
Antiquity or shall it express
the newness of Neolithic joy;
will this piece become more
than a vision in my mental or
can it be the manifestation of
a lifetime of spiritual direction;
I stand before this new canvas
Untouched by the hands of time
hoping today this will be the
masterpiece I’ve so longed for.