Canvas

Pastels of glistening paint stand at my dishoveled hand
flashing colors that ornately paint a variable horizon
each beckoning stroke of the brush painting atmosphere
waylayed before gushing seafoam giving birth to a goddess
or so I gallantly assume
albeit couteously misguided
wonderful trumpeting beauty created by unearthly prophecies.
Surreal sprawling landscapes populated diverse
quartz white mountains and clay covered valleys
by youthful vain men and astute ravishing women
my pastels of empathy
a window in recycled time
sketched in loudly pouring storms with indeterminate meaning
thoughtful translation to my luscious need of serenity.