Over the ocean in a far away land,
My lover sits with a steady hand.
Splashing lashings of acrylic paint;
Upon a surface with no restraint.
He smudges, swirls and smears it in,
Traditional art with a brand new spin.
To share his culture to the world,
Paintings, sculptures he has hurled.
They see it, they want it, they love what they see,
A master of Masters, naturally.
T'is his craft where he exceeds,
Sharing such expertise.
I long for him and love him much
Though can't compete with work and brush!
Copyright © Paris-Maree Boreham | Year Posted 2019