Today I can paint the sadest scenes
(It might be something with a aura of endless
hopelesness,or love that's been lost)
But today I paint these words for you
on a unblemished canvas of pure white.
"On Orion's face, smiling, viewing Sirius
from the corner of his eye,
the brightest illumination,
dancing on the calm oscean,
waves carresing each other
with a lovers touch,
tender, rythmic, passionate motions,
brimming with the vibrance of life."
My hand slipped and a ugly
black mark aligned next to the
illuminis movements.
And I wonder:
How can all this be infinite if there
is nothing after this illuminating experience of living.
Or is it part of the "Master Plan" that we should savour
these intamate, passionate motions of life,
not just on looking at this canvas of moving images,
but living, shaping, moulding them
just in case there shall be no other.
--By Vega--
