Soft splatters of paint hit the canvas
Markings of an image seen through nightly images
Some splats are black others seem bright
A stroke of genius, bringing in new life
Reflections seen through the artist interpretations
Lost felt souls stirring around our imaginations
Dark colored clouds circling the heavy skys
Visions of what to come before the storm dies
Over to the right, a lighter shade is drawn
A bright yellow ray from the sunshine of dawn
Swiftly with each stroke, the canvas begins to take form
Could this be the end, or just the calm before the storm?
Seamless the artists closes his eyes, and the brush takes control
Patterns become frantic, clearly the brush is on a roll
Colors meshed together blended for only our eyes to respond
Passions of our dreams painted now and far Beyond!
