Tomorrow

POETRY NEWS #4157
Date: 10/04/2012 at 09:27
From: Harley Ashaela-Starwell, Scarlatti's Weaver of Passion
To : Everyone
Subj: Tomorrow

If happiness and sorrow
Paint the picture for tomorrow
What will become of the whole?
Shades of pigment pale and bold

A flesh canvas if you will
Bone and blood your easels
Here there are no lies
Only seek with open eyes

Captured within a tapestry
Woven with utmost complexity
Can we begin again?
Like a forest without end

An ivory statue on display
Phantom dreams floating away
Wreathed in my essence
Lost in effervescence

I die with each stroke
Born again, a jaded soul
My tears, paint
My heart....aches...

Covered in tomorrow's dust
Creation from an artist's lust
In white night I seek a way
Darkest light cannot portray


Penned by my hand on the 15th of Glacian, in the year 607 AF.