[ I ]
The window framed the quiet scene
My still mind had painted there
Pastel shades of grey and white
That sailed across an ocean sky
To travel right and disappear
I felt her personality
In choice of subject, her use of colours
So vibrant and true
Though I knew
That all great art
Is channeled, not thought
A piece taken from the heart
To be planted anew
[ II ]
At night the lights were dotted lines
Along the shore,
Glittering
Orange and incandescent
As the crescent moon sent her light reflected
To shimmer fragmented and grey
On endless waves
I ran along
The sea wall
Drunk on love and beer
Singing "Hallelujah" with hair trailing
Feeling perfect as a rose in the rain
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 8:46 PM UTC
[ I ]
The window framed the quiet scene
My still mind had painted there
Pastel shades of grey and white
That sailed across an ocean sky
To travel right and disappear
I felt her personality
In choice of subject, her use of colours
So vibrant and true
Though I knew
That all great art
Is channeled, not thought
A piece taken from the heart
To be planted anew
[ II ]
At night the lights were dotted lines
Along the shore,
Glittering
Orange and incandescent
As the crescent moon sent her light reflected
To shimmer fragmented and grey
On endless waves
I ran along
The sea wall
Drunk on love and beer
Singing "Hallelujah" with hair trailing
Feeling perfect as a rose in the rain
