The Master Artist
The artist looks at the canvas spread before him
His eyes twinkle, his gaze drinking in its nudity
The simple splendor of the smooth white silk
Awaiting the touch of his palette and brush.
He is careful in his craft, making tentative broad strokes
Coaxing the treasure hidden within to slowly appear
Each stroke dances along each curve,
placing layer upon layer of hue
Passion's colors begin to glow with a smoldering heat
The bristles caress and tickle
giving rise to the birth of pastel blooms
Pink blushing petals begin to take on a more vibrant hue
His brush works the finer details,
as he finds his work's core
The once blank canvas comes alive with his every stroke.
His skill transforms the deceptively inanimate space.
He makes it pulsate and throb with the nectar of life.
Bursting forth, passion's rose blooms with a blinding intensity.
Colorful splashes fill the work with his vision of bliss.
The crimson rose floats among the clouds
and he too is lifted to a different plane.
Dew glistened petals float gently towards the lush green earth.
He looks at his creation with a loving and admiring gaze.
From within her beauty radiates, and resonates in his heart.
His rare flower, passion's rose.
She blooms only for him.
MAS revised 2012
Very nice love it Mon :)
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