Lend me the colors of your passions.
Behold...
the creations at this artist's brush.
My soul...
your creative composition of light,
radiates within your glories yet falls silent
beholding the breathtaking beauty shown before me.
Can my verdant prose do you justice?
This humble muse scribes your glory to celebrate you...
and your Creator.
Creativity...
Inspirations surround me as moss covers stone.
I waltz within your infinite chorus;
chords struck rich within my heart
in painted visions of violets, hues of blues.
Your palette offers a plethora of pleasing arrays;
a vast course of sweet motivation.
Creation...
O' eloquent masterpiece of diversity
Who created your magnificent colors?
At what moment did your canvas come to life?
What master artisan bestowed dazzling
depths of gemstones upon your mortal crown?
Never...
may I uncover your underlying message,
though I aspire to explore your infinite
shadows, shades and subtleties until my purpose,
itself a painting unfolding onto canvas,
becomes ultimately defined.
