Canvas Ballad
A paintbrush caresses the canvas,
Stroking it's icy blackness,
Urging imagination to rocket forth.
A firework of passion as the first colors shoot out from the tender bristles.
It's like seeing a color you've never seen before,
Following it's sequence hopelessly,
Like you're being pulled under the merciless tide.
Demonstrating longevity or youthfulness,
This magical canvas is like a door
to a magical dimension,
calling you softly,
As the sun beckons forth clouds to blanket the sky in gentle innocence.
This canvas takes you back to suppressed memories you though you forgot,
Like the dust that filters through the sunlight, you're filled with the memory of a bright picnic,
An ice cream date with your first love,
Or the time you laughed so hard you couldn't breath.
A canvas can give you goose bumps,
Not from it's icy solitude,
But from it's beaming character, about to burst in the form of tangled lines.
Whether it's envious or ecstatic, you're drawn in by it's powerful brush strokes,
Evoking war or peace,
Innocence or guilt,
Happiness or anger.
This canvas is a key to the universe, but you're unable to the door.
It's a sparkling, elaborate key to a hidden, humble, entrance.
A canvas can make you stop and stare, pondering it's meaning into eternity.
You can't look away for fear it will drift off and the lines will disappear like a leaf in a hurricane.
The canvas is a love story between an artist and it's paintbrush.
Colors dance and the lines begin to stir,
Life is created when a person can admit themselves to the canvas,
Creating the bond between the poison and the antidote.
They always need each other.
Staring into the soul of the canvas can cause a person to drift,
Down,
Down,
Down
Into the Rabbit Hole of Infinity
Stroking it's icy blackness,
Urging imagination to rocket forth.
A firework of passion as the first colors shoot out from the tender bristles.
It's like seeing a color you've never seen before,
Following it's sequence hopelessly,
Like you're being pulled under the merciless tide.
Demonstrating longevity or youthfulness,
This magical canvas is like a door
to a magical dimension,
calling you softly,
As the sun beckons forth clouds to blanket the sky in gentle innocence.
This canvas takes you back to suppressed memories you though you forgot,
Like the dust that filters through the sunlight, you're filled with the memory of a bright picnic,
An ice cream date with your first love,
Or the time you laughed so hard you couldn't breath.
A canvas can give you goose bumps,
Not from it's icy solitude,
But from it's beaming character, about to burst in the form of tangled lines.
Whether it's envious or ecstatic, you're drawn in by it's powerful brush strokes,
Evoking war or peace,
Innocence or guilt,
Happiness or anger.
This canvas is a key to the universe, but you're unable to the door.
It's a sparkling, elaborate key to a hidden, humble, entrance.
A canvas can make you stop and stare, pondering it's meaning into eternity.
You can't look away for fear it will drift off and the lines will disappear like a leaf in a hurricane.
The canvas is a love story between an artist and it's paintbrush.
Colors dance and the lines begin to stir,
Life is created when a person can admit themselves to the canvas,
Creating the bond between the poison and the antidote.
They always need each other.
Staring into the soul of the canvas can cause a person to drift,
Down,
Down,
Down
Into the Rabbit Hole of Infinity