There is a composition unlike any other
in perfect harmony
that only its artist could create,
colored to perfection.
This is the canvas of my soul,
in hues of purple and pink,
with hints of mint and greens
splashed to run against the light.
There is a sanctuary
upon the curves and lengths of its frame,
so full of imagery,
of a silent language spoken from the heart.
There is an arrangement of places,
among the horizon
that landscape the shapes,
mosaic of my thoughts.
There are feelings covering its values
and depth painted in the chromatic of truth
proportionally expressing all there is.
And, somewhere in its tones
there is undeniably the casting of faith
grasping to the atmosphere swimming
in a composition of integrity and serenity.
This is the canvas of my spirit,
with all its illustration,
a Renaissance of antiquities,
that lies deeply only in me
while the Creator watches
and smiles at His one-and-only masterpiece.
2 thoughts on “The Canvas”
“… a silent language spoken from the heart” – Beautiful, just beautiful!
Thank you so kindly.