If I could paint,
I would wash the background
with all my tears of wasted years,
blend the dark with pastel shades,
the beginning
of new love I had found.
Then with brilliant colors,
foreground with flourish,
flashes and flush,
with dazzling diamonds,
of the golden years
I’m longing to spend
with only you.
I never thought I’d feel it again,
that raw urge,
that sense of release
to feel whole again,
in control of my own freedom,
to touch the magic:
feel its pulse, one with my own,
the tremulous anticipation
that you always feel,
on that decisive occasion
of the first time,
just before
that long awaited moment.
That’s how I felt
from the first stroke,
lubricated with blushing color
and sweeping motions.
Untamed passion
poured out of me
as I laid my dream bare
on the smooth white canvas.
(Inspired by the Elizabeth Gilbert’s latest book –
Big Magic: Creative living beyond fear)
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