The painted space

Drips melancholy

Stains its canvas wall with visions of blue

The muse she stands draped

and wistful

as the artists traces the outline

of his dreams

 The masterpiece

hangs in a hall

with other relics of the forgotten age

critically aplauded

in retrospective

but not appreciated in its time.

Hushed silence

inquistive glances

at texture light and form

Where once I gave you this in token

of my love and no more.

 

25/5/2004

M.J.Gray