Indefinite Heart Of My Canvas Poem by Inner Whispers

As my hands laid on the canvas,
with the beat of the music of my heart,
I felt an eagerness
to let the heat to surpass.
By the trace of my fingers...
slowly I outlined the figure...
and do you know what I got?
Hmn...an urging need to stop!

I sit for a while,
stared intently and sigh...
poured coffee and sip for a while...
I had evenly mixed indefinite colours in my mind,
yet how come that my painting lacks
the gist of liveliness and craft?

Aha! What subject I got?
A lOve within my heart!
But I saw many indefinite colours,
why is that?

Rushing of leaves
that been blown by the wind....
Clouds so white,
chased by the vultures
and roaring lioness with fierce in her eyes
but as you look inside her chest,
a flowing heat of red fire
mixed with golden crust of lava's continued cry!

Damn...a heart that beats indefinitely
in rythmic grace and a dying will to fight...
against the very furious face
that peek from above...

How well can I mix colours
at this moment of thoughts,
killing my hands liveliness to move?
Can you be my music
to give me the urging need to mix,
make my heart stable and beat in heat?

Can you be my color
that will wash the pain,
thru this indefinite heart of my canvas
which laid vain infront of me?

Brush away my longings...
come, mix colours with me, hmn?