Fade

Taken away left here stories tell of my search it’s darkly propelled. Solar flames jet passed my eyes. My discovery is here as ink dries. Shall I leave sad or joyfully rejoice? I think for now sad is my choice. From the deep it rises up to a top at what I might do, my…

Beholding Your Art

I see a merge of reality and dream. I see abstract I see a different scene. Absorbed become melted and drawn by me I happen to love a day’s dawn. Everyday a gift is a chance to change morbid pictures of pain to joy sustain. Falling consumed you are with an art that I see…