Who doesn’t love to see
an image that moves in the mind,
a heart suspended
hanging from a thread
energy moving my thoughts
as I slowly adjust
to the dawn light born.
Who doesn’t love a work of art
created through soul migrating through the channels
of the artist and vibrating outward
through the hand,
one mans idea
presented in color,
the artist who puts his heart
into each piece loved
like a child.
I see the simplicity
Each stroke placed for effect and meaning,
Under the moon the fall moves in
cold mornings brisk
as the spider spins its web,
creating its own work of art
suspended in corners with almost invisible thread
reaching out into thin air
reflected in the sun that comes
to give light to the darkness,
to give hope for a spot of warmth.
Artwork: “Danseuse” by Joan Miro
