The Artist
Draws upon life and dreamsExtracting
then abstracting
Painting scenes
that by the eye were unseen
I am lost
wandering amongst the
colors and hues
Peering deeply
How deeply?
Too deeply!
Following the trail of brush strokes
to the border where reason
merges with passion
Before me flows
a lush oil and Tempera river
I accept the invitation
and float lazily, happily
under Japanese letters
and past an Island
where a goat driving a bus
waves to me
I shrug, laugh and wave back
I find myself
in sensuous valleys
where lavender springs gush
and the Sun sits down
for a cup of green chai
with an old man and his rooster
I stand in a grove of bamboo
and listen to them sing
of lost love
of passion shared
of surrender
and begin to cry
Copyright ©2009 Anthony Hall
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