I see you there, in your work room
Painting angels and white doves.
Your brush is following
The contour of your thoughts.
Every time you need red as a color
I’m there with you, because
You remember the red expression
Of pure love I feel for you.
Every time white is needed
On your painting, I’m there again
Called by your thoughts
Hungry for the white of my soul.
You stop, look around, feel a presence
A pair of eyes watching you,
Bringing you comfort while you paint,
So I’m there again for blue too
Because you paint the color of my eyes.
The green you need now
To combine with some blue
Is a piece of my hope…
So you call me again
And I ‘m there, hidden
In the velvet of thoughts.
You drop the brush…you stop
And look to your painting…
You don’t believe your eyes
Because I’m there
Through the angels you painted
As a love print
Of your thoughts.
We are the perfect symbiosis
Painter to painting, bard to poem
Poem to painting in the ceremony
Of the creation.
As a reward, God sent the angels
To bless our fulfill with some music
The divine music of angels
Hallowed by the power of light.
I am the flower of creation
You are the butterfly I need
To pollinate my inspiration
The symmetry is now fulfilled!
All we ever needed to discover
Was the axis of love
To reveal us the symmetry
Of souls.
Pick up the brush, paint again
Distill from all the rainbow color
The axis of love,
Springing in our souls
Gracefully obeying
To the Divine Symmetry.
Dedicated as a sign of admiration, as a present for the HOLLY CHRISTMAS, to my Pierre
the painter
