The Painter

[Ashley]

The Painter

The night has become the beginning of a new day
How the sun's brightness has yet to breathe it's
Full colour spectrum into every thing, living and static
Far too many disillusioned souls wander along on
Morning walks, continuing their cellular talks
Oh, but I miss the different shades of tree
The flowers that grow in the dunes opposite the beach
More important matters take precedent obviously
They know not what they miss, living primitive
Naturally you feel sorry for the misinformed ones
They simply missed out on certain genes, important ones
But as long as I can view the breathing painting
That is life, through my own eyes and my own nose
I can smell the artist's base coat drying as he
Mixes the final colour to paint what not even he knows.

Ash.

 

[pk.]

Nicely written, I enjoyed it. Thanks for sharing.

 

[Ashley]

Thanks pk.

Just stumbled across it, forgot I had written it about a month back..

Ash.