I see many portraits in my visions.
portraits of black sheep in division.

portraits of eyes so deep,
a portrait for ones soul to keep.

portraits of two hearts collided,
a portrait of a life divided.

portraits of wise men citing verse,
a portrait of sage ending in curse.

portraits of shadows with knives,
a portrait of the horned ones as they connive.

portraits of footprints imprinted in the sand,
a portrait of those footprints washed free of this land.

portraits of life and blackness of dieing,
a portrait of some innocence, then crying.

portraits of smiles not to be trusted,
a portrait of a chain all weathered and rusted.

i have many portraits my collection has grew,
a portrait of my life and a visionary portrait of you.