Fingerprint
Packing
Cleaning
A studio no more
As my paints go dry
I smell the last of
the Oil paints
Laying to waste
My spirit is painted black
Oil all over my face
As my soul is no more
Lost my inspiration to paint
What to paint? Where is my muse?
I am lost in emptiness.
As I clean
There it is
The lipstick
On her wine glass
On the lip
Of the Glass
As clear as day
her fingerprints
That night long ago
On a full moon
On a day where the wolf called
As the wild spirits came out
There she was in my canvas
I drew here in the essence of charcoal
A over my newsprint
A over my Canvas of my soul
Yearning to feel her spirit in my thoughts
In my paint brush
Strokes that brought my desires
Desires of Burnt Umber
To Scarlet Purple Lake
Onto the white canvas
That night of oil and brushes
Her soul spoke to mine
No she is gone
No more. It is gone
My love is gone
She left. My love left
My heart shattered
Where have you gone
I am lost
I am no more.
Fingerprints
Cleaning
A studio no more
As my paints go dry
I smell the last of
the Oil paints
Laying to waste
My spirit is painted black
Oil all over my face
As my soul is no more
Lost my inspiration to paint
What to paint? Where is my muse?
I am lost in emptiness.
As I clean
There it is
The lipstick
On her wine glass
On the lip
Of the Glass
As clear as day
her fingerprints
That night long ago
On a full moon
On a day where the wolf called
As the wild spirits came out
There she was in my canvas
I drew here in the essence of charcoal
A over my newsprint
A over my Canvas of my soul
Yearning to feel her spirit in my thoughts
In my paint brush
Strokes that brought my desires
Desires of Burnt Umber
To Scarlet Purple Lake
Onto the white canvas
That night of oil and brushes
Her soul spoke to mine
No she is gone
No more. It is gone
My love is gone
She left. My love left
My heart shattered
Where have you gone
I am lost
I am no more.
Fingerprints
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