Look Deep
This colored canvass
Shows only the pain behind the picture frame.
Bitter tasting regrets
Linger in every methodical brush stroke.
Can't you smell the curdled nectar of tears?
The disappointment of opportunities lost?
Look Deep.

I hear the howling winds of change
Finally starting to die down.
See the emptiness in that space that's been open too long,
And the heart that's beginning to fill it?
It's all there if you adjust your eyes and
Look Deep.

                                                                            ~CM