I live only to paint.
I am your faithful and loyal servant
whose dreams wash onto my canvas.
She wakes me each morning
with colors floating inside my head,
dancing with dreams tasting texture.
I open myself up to her,
never knowing where she is taking me.
She pulls me with her magical wand.
While wanting her nakedness to be exposed,
she kisses my thoughts with ecstasy.
She plays with my heart,
touching my palette with gold and silver
gifts for a king.
She is my source of everlasting Light
that showers me with images from above.
I take pictures of her in my head
and develop them using my hands.
I work ferociously
to get what I see onto my canvas,
carefully putting all the colors
in their proper place.
The painting comes alive.
As this new creation develops,
a meticulous movement of my mind
marches to a melodic symphony
that touches Spirit, that touches life,
that touches love.