The bristles on my brush

Are the strings to my soul

The colors that I paint

Are my feelings that flow

The course and fine lines

Are

The artist brush,

Skip lightly in painting transformation,

With no sudden rush,

Move with enthralling fascination.

Painting

What I see
In my lady

Bringing out
Not just
The smile

But brushing
The meaning
Of the feelings

You have
For us all

In deep

Paint me the color of the deep blue sky

To match your hopes

Turquoise depths with cotton candy hair

Paint me the color of

I feel the stage, with my hands and eyes

Across the blank sheet, the pure white surface

No bumps, no cracks, smooth finish,