This Painting I Continue

As pictures swirl into words, And words spin into pictures. Mind's eye becoming the artist; Thoughts drawn onto memory canvas. I see aged changing faces of friends, Their eyes always remaining the same. It’s as though love truly does reside there, I look through those windows to their spirits. Then there is every other earthly thing; I can start anywhere yet I'll begin here. A sweet newborn baby's face so fresh, Still perfectly untouched by worldly pain. That happiness of being alive still etched on cheeks, Simply human and so innocent of coming influence. The future of its planet gripped gently in tiny hand, While an embrace is all that it asks of you for now. This artist sees skies with colors no paints can render; Yet my brain has stored them forever on its palette. I looked upon a miracle from first moment of breath, As my tiny hand gripped the finger of this life's source. I see other creatures that wander over lands and seas, So in awe am I of those who have never started wars. Survival being only crime they have ever committed. Greedy intentions never having entered their thoughts. So we turn and turn on a world that could be paradise, As this painter of true hopes continues until his last stroke. Believing endings brought forth with an effort might help, To keep dreams alive of something better for all living things. © Copyright 2015 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved Copyright © 2015 Robert William Gruhn