Ode to My Canvas

 

Alone with myself
I look upon you,
Your pristine virginal presence
shrouding  hidden potentialities,
these do not escape me,
help perceive the significance
of an endless purity that exudes
from every facet of you,
So forgive me, when
I intrude into your sacred space,
So as to calm my tormented being,
Or as an effort to create
a record of my meogre self,
And so realize,
If only for an instant,
In some deep recess
of my very soul,
I am nought but you.