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"The artist is the only one who knows that the world is a subjective creation, that there is a choice to be made, a selection of elements." Nin
Freckled Face and Grace
Freckled
Perfect flower
Soft in hue and form
Sun yellow rays bursting
From within a heart so warm
Lavender-red petals humanly marked
With many spots but not blemishes
I dark winter seems like forever
Green leaves break the snow
Then there you are again
Coloring my mind
With a freckled
Graceful
Face
The Sun and the Fog
The Sun
Was revealed through
The morning fog this morning
Even the brightest entity in the sky
Can be captured in the most ethereal way
Pure white light cleansed of fiery red glow now cooled
For one brief moment I can almost touch the untouchable
I add the light and sight to my internal being forever
My heart warmed by the vision of beauty
I now can envision
Always
Red Moon Glow
Red Moon Glow
Full
Moon glowing red
The more I look at you
The more I understand your beauty
You are ridge and crater filled
What character you exhibit
Of hard collisions with
Life and real living
And I am left
In a sea
Of
Tranquility
Filling the Gaps
There is nothing more comforting
Than trust and sincere openness
Words alone hold little value
Compared to the constancy
Of kindness laying
In between a
Forest of
Beauty
The mist
Fills the valley
Spaces with clouds
Come down to earth gently
You speak of music and images
In a language I understand completely
As that sweet silent sound enters my eyes
Through the pixilated life so tender so real
Red
Red
Singular beauty
Floating like a butterfly
Somewhere in my mind’s eye
I am in wonder how this fragile soul
Endures the rain wind hail and hot sun
With the grace of will and good-nature
She survives on a green stem rooted
In the soil of song and dances softly
Leaving those who walk her path
A sweeter life and the color
Of wisdom and serenity
I see so much in
This special
Flower
Transformation
Transformation
I am
An immovable object
While you are the irresistible force
And we dance infinitely close
You are powerful but soft
And I am solid yet
Each encounter
You will
Shape me
If only a little
Over time you have
Created me in your image
Each soft caress washes my soul
Every strong surge smooths me
At times you subside into
A vast ocean world
I know you always return
To refine my stoic mind
To bring me to life
In an waltz
Of love
End of the Day
End of the Day I begin my day as you end yours
Nothing seems more natural
Nocturnal friends in the
Image of Ladyhawk
Or maybe
Shrek
So we meet
In the middle of it all
Between shadows and sunlight
Doing the normal under strange circumstance
It is
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