Song of My Souls Painted Dreams
Colors living in my head,
paint pictures bold.
My soul receives the mystical light;
art in an etheric paint tube.
My soul, it mixes blues and greens;
a palette only God and I can see.
Wisping loaded brushes here and there;
alive they come, painted dreams.
These are the songs of my soul;
painted in my own life view.
An old master I am not;
my cosmic coloring book doesn’t care.
Soul-songs are vibrant and rarely on key.
Some art collectors,
prefer little imperfections,
like me.
4-2-2021
ALL YOURS (Apr 4) Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2021
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