I'm back
in front of my
canvas-
my hand beating
back and forth,
persuaded just
by
tone
there are so many
secrets the
light
hides,
so many
rich
unknowns.

I read once:

to paint is
to love
again

and it must be
true

the endless
incessant
driving
devotion
to make the universe's
plaything:
color

unconditional fondness
to my life partner,
color

I'm back in front of my
canvas
and I'm creating
love in hue.