I am an artist I stand before the naked canvass and dip my brush in a pallet of tears
I sweep my hand across the empty plain and splashes of my soul seem to appear
A kaleidoscope of colors springs forth in a maze of creation a rainbow without sky
As a figure evolves within its depth as the faint etchings of wings appear yearning to fly
It seemed at first that the person could not blend with it's portrait as if sinking in sand
But I now see the face of a woman and from out the mist of liquid extends a hand
I am trembling like a leaf that has been shifted and lifted by the winds of a raging storm
I reach out for the hand swirling in hues expecting to feel a frigid grip yet find it warm
How can this be what devilish trick could be assaulting my senses in this fashion
Then her face soaks through to my reality and her lips meet mine in glorious passion
I am frightened yet aroused at the same moment for this can not be occurring for me
For this is the woman I painted the same one that when I dream at night I always see
I look at her as my eyes fill with water for I can feel the pieces of my shattered heart
Move within me beating together once more in unison as if it no longer were torn apart
I open my mouth trying desperately to form my words but my breath is not enough
Just when I think I can finally speak she puts a her finger to my lips and whispers hush
She says she is the one I have searched for she is the mate plucked from heavens door
The ship that sails on my ocean of love so my lonely soul shall drift alone no more
I stand there in my artist robe smearing euphoria over us consumed in the rapture
A moment like this should be infamous written on pages for generations to capture
I open my eyes and a blinding light floods the room it surrounds us in an aura of gold
I see mighty ivory wings spread from her back and she grips me close and I too hold
We rise into the air like a radiant comet as tiny trickles of light leave a fireflies' trail
For I have been sent my angel as we stand before the rivers of joy we prepare to set sail
For it is a written that heart that is pure yet endures pain it retains a girt of untold worth
For it has the power to summon hope's winged mistress as the angels fly to Earth
Thoughts of a Single Man 2012tm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem