The Hole Glorious Picture

To get lost amidst a painting cast into my mind falling into my eyes all these scenes creating fast forward and rewind all that is before me, can shatter into behind the distance between us is clearly insurmountable oh, but the numerous ways you captivate me, they truly are uncountable a clearly jumbled message symbollically unpronouncable to place visual sound upon the wall one of mankinds best achievements of them all began our understanding of this home we call oh those myths so long and tall the many graces and disgraces of our rise and fall these forces that drive, or events contrive to wither and die or somehow survive the riddles left behind, from a picture once scribed a monumental scene so puzzlingly described from somewhere deep within the mind that 'til now had lain blind until the light helped you find accesible yet locked away those emotions that run astray to gaze upon this scene and melt into your dream these secrets that you weave concealed tricks flourish from your sleeve the inconceivables you make me believe the truth you make my eye deceive all the abstracts I dare to conceive a flick of your wrist, a twist of your brush however the blood may rush or whatever need you must I place in you absolute trust a splash of blue here to make your point clear guiding eyes far and near colour all the space between a timeless beauty in no need of a dream expertly blended, with neither crease nor seam these various regions of the whole glorious picture the beauty portrayed could almost rate scripture so drain your glass and raise your pitcher a subtle change in the texture of the tone as dramatic as the angle that glance is thrown collisions of kaleidescopic insight you've woven and sown a majestic masterpiece i'm sure you've known as from those first daubs of paint you planted this seed you've grown that sprouted this vision which before you is shown. ©John-Ovan.P.Hull