A brush melds with canvas,
releasing feelings so long oppressed.
a ****** mess, a haunting duress, nature's caress…
A painting so vivid, lust for adventure intrepid,
rushing streams, ambience in earful,
why can't life be this beautiful?
Musicians play, painters paint,
a journey to alternate reality so faint.
Escaping pollution and worldly restraint
body and soul become twain,
imagining what could have been.
Nature's figure, flawless, uncorrupted
Death, anointed and serene,
portrayed in cascades, dissonant,
by the marionette of dreams.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 12:05 AM UTC
A brush melds with canvas,
releasing feelings so long oppressed.
a ****** mess, a haunting duress, nature's caress…
A painting so vivid, lust for adventure intrepid,
rushing streams, ambience in earful,
why can't life be this beautiful?
Musicians play, painters paint,
a journey to alternate reality so faint.
Escaping pollution and worldly restraint
body and soul become twain,
imagining what could have been.
Nature's figure, flawless, uncorrupted
Death, anointed and serene,
portrayed in cascades, dissonant,
by the marionette of dreams.
This is something that my husband wrote. I love his creativity, hope you all like.
