His paintings
let him feel
his busy brush
would heal
a passion all alone
died wishing
he were home

imagine
love so deep
to create
what we'd reap
the beauty
that he'd bare
only wanting eyes
to care

with dazzling colors
dreams despair
he'd paint so bright
so much so rare
I feel I see
the majesty
of life
his brush
would share


©2012 Lyn