melancholia

 
tending to the flowers and sadness
imbued with truth and dappled with shadows
the colors grow deeper in sorrow
my melacholy reaches out
the trees take note
the grass greener for the effort I made to connect with it
 
talking to Big blue I open my natural channels
he is oft on my wavelenths and me on his
shifting in the shade, relfecting light
the coolness of the afternoon indicates his mood
He gathers his thoughts somberly but with tenderness
so not to disturb our symbiotic desires for each other
 
so very alike but vastly different
caressing the notion
He expands my vision
 
His company I keep
my loneliness resides in our solitary nature
our artistry is often done in perfect silence
 
He advises and builds me up  
lessons learned and unlearned
it is the process of creation...patience
give up too quickly and you miss out on a masterpiece
layer by layer buliding ligh and shadow
the paint alive changes while in movement
it shifts while drying the colors blend and alter
no two are the same
 
visually stimulating I drift out onto the abyss
my mind is sailing deeper and deeper out
so focused on the imagery
following his voice I daydream
envisioning a finaltiy
when there is none
 
learning to know each other is a process
he evolves and grows bored with me sometimes
so I ddance on the horizon to my own music
 
until he quietly comes back to take a closer look at me