November 1, 2007

Expressions

Visions through a dark glass
Images cascading in time
Withheld from the mass
To grace and perplex the sublime

Outlets overflowing
Onto blank canvases begin
For those who are painting
When the inspirations transcend

The molten flow
From the swift and sure pen
Reveals the glow
From the heart of one who has sinned

Tell me more
For I must know
How not to withhold
What burns from the unknown.

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2 Comments

  1. Posted November 1, 2007 at 10:27 am | Permalink

    Tester…
    What does burn from the unknown?

  2. Posted November 1, 2007 at 3:36 pm | Permalink

    Ah, such sweet handling of words.