the day is my dark
the dark, my day
the moon is my light
the sun, my night
tonight i escaped
into the realm of the square
the exalted tales of fall
issued their call
on this
the hundred times two
i am
a man
who is in perpetual motion
and still within
a man
who dabbles in ink
hoping it dries
a story worthwhile
a tributary of smile
almost a year times two
have i tip-toed to muse
cascading my screen
with worlds unseen
thanks
thanks
thanks
sings me
for letting my song
paint all this time
my cadence, my rhyme
...
if i never knew
my musings, my friend
i could not know
this newfound bend
the mazes of me
grieving to and fro
sharing the phoenix song all can know
flying alone, freeing the child
to become
a man
who dabbles in ink
hoping it dries
a story worthwhile
a tributary of smile
dustin
* these two paintings illustrate the hues, the colours of me.
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