2/6/2019
a silent backdrop
a blank space
not a single fiber
out of place
bring out the paint
palette and brush
this canvas: naked
is in no rush
perfectly still
if you hold your breath
a cold chill echoes
delivering death
mix the paint
ready your hand
death will show you
where to stand
spill the colors
pay no due
let the hand
of death guide you
what once was peaceful
quiet, safe
is not/now erratic
yet allowed you to create
beauty requires
light & dark
destruction begets
a narrative arc
layer in hope
space and love
characters born
in the story above
when all is balanced
the mood is right
colors dance
dare not they fight
you've created something
a story to tell
a story born
in heaven and hell