Bitter Water

This is prompted by the death of TV actor Peter Breck the emotion is defiantly not nostalgic
All though it can cause that strange feeling of bitter sweet sorrow no his is the images and the loveliness

Of the man to catch that certain something the endowment of grace that is set apart and alone
Expressions that linger like the sight and smell after a fresh rain as if you tried to hold that which is

Exquisite and fragile it can only be observed and honored but never possessed it is the richest and rarest
It is life’s human brevity like art’s master pieces they appear unbidden they blaze they ignite the very air

Then evaporate but at times the right person is there when contact is made and they are gifted in a way
That they are not only able to capture wonder and appreciate it but they are able to reproduce it in the

Most extraordinary way that baffles and enthralls everyone else with shadings of colors that are alive it
Parades magnificence in common paths that cause the piece to resonate the divine impetus of creation

Spell binding earthmoving in the true and great idea of what art is supposed to be to see what is
Forgotten and missed by most but through intensity of vision you quell chaos peace assuredly is

Harnessed a new never was it viewed in this dimension and grandness of scale impart to me thy secrets
And give visitation to strains that are the bleeding forth of Heavenly deigns in the mix of earthen woes

Treasures are indifferent to me after this awaking I wonder seeking another glimpse and then at a great
Distance the slightest glimmer a tiny spark of promise causes the eyes to brighten the pulse rate to

Increase you are closing in on the mystifying impetus of creative power you begin a dance that recedes
Only after fire has spent its glory through your veins such was the life Peter lived and gave to us all
Thanks Peter you will be sadly missed