Allow my words, to be chiseled
marble of ancient scriptures.
It is a paint scattered Canvas,
Canvas of you. Untouched,
when standing in the supreme
stillness of your silence,
the stillness of a new day.
Are you ready to paint
your life today?
Do you paint life your way?
Or do you play out the brush strokes
and various color
combination of others?
Canvas and paint, the lives that we taint.
A golden acrylic intensity
that can not be denied.
A butter-like consistency.
Let me see with your eyes,
show me your colors.
Your spirit to guide my palette knife.
We can always wipe the canvas clean,
We can paint anything.
Paint pale blue basking waters,
grazing green grass, for every
silver satin soul that you tenderly touch.
Every fragile, frost colored flower,
pure light, as your love.
A moment shared, a place remembered,
each stroke with excellence.
A intensity that can not be denied.
A rich radiant glow, that divides the room
to the golden glow of your soul,
and gruesome grays of my heart.
The union of trust, love, and faith,
Canvas and paint

Logic
Love/Knowledge/Understanding
Darin Lewis