Etched
Etched upon my mind
A masterpiece has begun
A first draft of a portrait
Upon its wall has sprung.
Features chiseled so fine
By the masterful hands
Of an unseen artist's sight
Into a world only he comprehends.
Made aware to my puzzled eyes
Unable to see nothing else,
For it all disappeared, as if buried alive
And a new vision has printed itself.
As he continues his work
Not able to stop until finished
Its life has crept into my world
My heart, by its warmth, ravished.
By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 04.19.10
Copyright © Caroline Cécile Delacroix | Year Posted 2010
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