Your compassion for art
Led me to think I loved it too,
But it wasn't art I grew to love
**It was the memory of you.

My mind knows no limits it chooses not to explore,
My heart knows no master it chooses to be sore,
Day by day I wear a mask,
Not by choice but out of fear,
On the outside a smile but the inside a tear,
To one day know a world of color I prey,
But for now, for me, there is only grey.

Here a while ago,
It was so cold that I stayed
Shivering inside.

{ Weasel }

the Divine light
shines within us all
and it shines for
free and for fun