The Canvas Of Love. Poem by Peter Vealey

When I am the person
I wanted to be
Oh well, its nearly here.
The canvas is lit upon a
Sea of mistrust.
But my heart will rise above
To let me see the canvas of love.
I was meant to
Inherit.
Oh let it be,
The canvas of love.
Forsaken so long by
Decades of misinformation.
Still the day is born anew
And the canvas awaits.
New paints, new pencils.
New bodies, new dreams.
For the end is never near.
Only the dream is forsaken.
Till the canvas strokes
Red in a new avalon.
When I am the person
I always knew I could be.