The brush bombards the canvas with colour
Your hand conceives a virtual universe
Rivers of flowers flow into an ocean of perfume
A flock of peacocks outshines a thousand suns

Far over the edge of what is conceivable
An intimate partnership of nature and imagination
Your art is unbearably hot, knowing no shades
In a painting you share al the beauty in your soul

Generous and gentle like the rain-forest
You extended me a landscape of love
I took every encounter as oasis in a barren life
A wall of emptiness was my sole bequest to you

Never complaining, simply smiling and supporting
Sustaining my indifference and obsession with another
Teaching me the delicate art of forgetting
I only wish I could be the master of my feelings.
 

M.Daedalus