blank, is the canvas
the artist, sits alone
and thinks of brighter colors
the canvas becomes my home


adding touches of the sun
in one single stroke
ivy green masks the clouds
the jungle becomes a cloak


the brightest white,
to grace the sky a brilliant breeze
and tiny specks of yellow dust
to give the wind something to tease


trees, clouds, sunlight
things I've never seen
all come to life...
on this tiny little screen


bold, rich colors
paint a life I once dreamed
aqua ribbons of blue
highlight the tiny stream


I look outside at the brick wall
in front of my window seal
and turn back to my canvas
real life lost all appeal


so I paint the things I'd rather see
that in my heart become alive
with careful strokes and dimension
a new life I created with artistic strife


there it lies before me
with an angelic glow
but something seems amiss
one last thing it needs to grow


among the barest spots
beneath the rich, wet paint
I draw a person smiling
though the smile seems so faint


hidden in the heart
a place I'd long to see
and there it is, my masterpiece...
the life I hold within..
me.