Tears of my Soul

Be my squire...
When the colors of the rainbow are lost,
for I still enjoy the rain in the sky.

Be my squire...
When the charm of the music is lost,
for I am not tired of my steps.

Be my squire...
When the sweetness of being abandoned is lost,
for the night didn't lose its canvas fabric.

Be my squire...
When the light of thy candle is lost,
for I wish to be lost in the embrace of its smoke.

Never Quit

Don't give up, though the pace seems slow,
you may succeed with another blow.

Success is failure turned inside out,
the silver tint of a cloud of doubt.

And you never can tell how close you are,
it may be near when it seems so far.

So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit,
its when things seem worst - you must not quit.

(This work is not mine but is close to my heart & that I relate to)

The Violet Shade

Heretofore I sought:

to paint every invigorated rose,
scent and feel reaching every nose.
But painted an orange sunset rotten,
only to be lost and forgotten.

Heretofore I sought:
to live under the inviolable sanctity of the sky,
reaching beyond the words, to the cry of joy.
But lived in the vacuum of the metal,
to watch the flower fare forth, petal by petal.

Henceforth I seek:
to paint beyond the sun behind the hills,
exceeding the potential of any known mills.
For life is filled with moments far too many,
only few of us truly living any.

Henceforth I seek:
agility of a freshet to grow
from being a colour amongst the plural,
to be the first that paints every mural.
I... the violet shade!