The Canvas Empty And Expecting - Poem by David Lacey
The canvas empty and expecting
Awaits the stroke of colours pastel in their shades.
Through Improvisation we compose through intuition
Through Improvisation we allow Imagination a realm
Within which she may rule.
Her boundaries marked with borders
Outstretched within a frame
She seeks to refrain from desire.
She seeks to construct her sanity.
Yet with every breathe we fulfil the will to live,
Every time we respire we tire more so of the past
As we desire more so each day the moment to last.
To know we are alive and to appreciate the moment
And to appreciate each other it’s all we can ask of ourselves.
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