The Artist of Light

~ Blank canvas;

pure white as the snow

Pain bleeds;

brush strokes of its paint

Little, though,

years pass — she grows

’Side her image

of shame and self-hate

Hues;

ashen gray, muddied brown

Cold eyes,

shaded charcoal black

Life’s palette knife

scrapes a frown

For to smile, the aged paint

would all crack

Tossed aside

in a heap, wasting way

Her image,

discovered the artist

Humble,

no waste, for to pay

Began

to repurpose her canvas

Brushed in sunsets

and poppies, bright colors

Softened eyes,

as the blue sky, now glow

Pinked cheeks,

blushed, alight, by her lover

Lips parted,

to smile, just below

Brought to life

by his vision; a dreamer

Fiery eyes,

free from shadows of night

Her portrait

belongs to the painter

Stunning capture;

the Artist of Light

image: Van Gogh The Old Tower In The Fields