Member Rara Avis
~ Art of the Soul ~
Wild flight across the horizon
has drawn me to your footsteps.
Elusively, I haunt your shadows,
roaming places you walk unseen,
enraptured in your light - for no
yearning sun could paint a shadow
only love can cast alone. Now, here,
underneath Eros' bright blessing, I
am found, gently sketching my soul,
realising forever in strokes and breaths, I
etch without need of any brush, for
my half is tinctured just - and even
Yemen's arid heart could thrive by the
sustaining colours of your loving art.
O my dove, your shadows are not so dark!
Unshuttered demons surface still, yet even they
limn the illustrations of your soul - I'd
dream their flight away to paint you peace, if
order was your desire, but such penumbra is
ever a part of the half of you: I could not erase
sweet anything from your masterpiece.
Da Vinci and Van Gogh knew not the passion
wrought by colour of a fired heart, and, to think, my
easel knows only mere shadows of you yet!
Love crafts here now, and you; yes:
Love's art abides in me, enduring past eternity.
[This message has been edited by Severn (edited 01-06-2000).]