LASTLY, YOU ART

So you are content never adorning another wall with your grace

Perhaps you can’t see what I see,
Full of life and desire,

Mastery, misery and will to scan

It’s a ferocious battle of passion versus brain

You’ll sing your song of contentment for years to come and pass

I shan't argue to oppose but I am nothing if not certain your thrill

Is indeed an evolution, letting things pass, as they do in their own time and space,

Short or lengthier journeys and experiences

This matters terribly I say

Till and when you are true to yourself, a version of self you have hidden,

To the fairest of forms not even when you are looking at your own reflection

Not even in the loving arms of the dawn that dwells

You’ll awake with the only notion in your brain,

Thus you have become another, further
Closer yet detached

I no longer fight your choice not to create

Another colorful masterpiece on any surface, skin tight, under and over

My sole wish, you keep a pencil and paper nearby just in case

And motioning to the future is the likes of asking God to save all hungry eyes

Tomorrow’s creation may never arrive; I’ll then find your pencil lying on the floor

And transport my hand into yours for a brief while
Allow me to be another, fused in time

Last piece of the puzzle is never the most important one

The answer lives in the journey

May you never stop, always remain fluid in all ways,

Open as a seashell, which a wave violently turned over

Willing, wanting, if not now and if not ever

Leaving the possibility to become one with your brush
With yourself, a neighbor you pass by.

12.14.2010