From: Monet's impression of A Summer's Day To: "The starry, starry night" of Vangough's way Finds the mystery from artistry of canvas and ink --And gives my mind a moment's think.
What now does it render, Of both color and spendor What pros ever written Might it tell.
When once unknown and now, Never to be forgotten Lives That never end.
Oil spills onto paper From an eye's Moment in time Now rewrites its history In rhyme.
With Monet of my right And Van Gough of my left Balances between the two, Talent just known to few.
I gather my thoughts of day and night And place them Whole and new.
A transference of time and hour Through portals of memoired pasts Bring memorials of perfect views That last, and last, and last.