My canvass
shall be the horizon. . .
clear. . . and spotless
kissed only by the sun
Then I‘ll need a base
that only
freshness of a morning dew can give
as it lingers by
the sweetness of a rose . . .
with a little dab of shade
that clouds provide
a lonely dessert,
I‘ll put some depth
And the earth
from which we were created
shall be the color
of my work . . .
And as I breath
I‘ll give it life . . .
and with my love
I’ll paint those eyes . . .
And I shall
seal this work
with one sweet kiss
before I keep it safe
within my heart ---
my painting . . .
my masterpiece
. . . YOU.
