Dream Painter
Life is that painting transcending time
I am the brush
and the canvas is mine
Watch me create something you've never seen
with colours of yellow black and green
Creating beauty isn't as easy at it seems
its a pain staking process
painting dreams
To take that brilliant black and give it life
so it mirrors my hardships pain and strife
the necessary shade bringing balance in between
connecting the darkness to effervescent green
Which is the luck and liberty of man
a mixture of sadness and joy in my pan
green embodies somethings kept inside
like malice envy jealousy and pride
apart from that it engenders the earth
representing growth and the concept of birth
Springing forth from the soil like ripening corn
to the mellow yellow of the rising dawn
in league with the sun and victor's stripe
for the glory of gold and its lunatic hype
as I run this brush along the slipper slope
yellow becomes a beacon of hope
I look at the paint splattered on the floor
and can't help the feeling that there should be more
The dream that I've painted
which was done by me
brings pleasure to others but won't set me free
This piece is complete but the most interesting thing
is the level of meaning to others it brings
Copyright © Sean Solomon | Year Posted 2017
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