Art

You paint the world

and drench all in colour

Each Face 

Each Flower

Each Lover

It is your power

It is seeing the unseen

living in each stroke and brush

tucked away at day and alive at night

It is the battle to fight

when mind meets heart

and blood drips slowly

to make your art

It is sunrise to the eyes who cannot 

make out the full picture 

and lost in caricature and false pretenses 

delayed in fires and broken senses

You do not fear the guilt in shadow

and do not praise the gift of light

All is natural within your world

It is canvas 

It is paint

It can be bold 

It can be faint

But it is never held for hands to taint