Perfect Art

As the painter covets pastels, Devises pigments, Craves to see the feelings, thoughts, emotions, Manifested before his eyes, for the world to see as well, So does the poet find the words, Putting ink to paper, To birth the feelings, thoughts, emotions, Into the physical realm to share More than a vision, but an experience. A painting may be worth a thousand words, But a thousand words create not a painting, But an entire world, rich in color, sound, feeling, flavor, and aroma, Weaved into a heartbeat, a moment, a lifetime, an aeon… Limitless.