Their brushes wet In a meadow lush with rain drops and dew Two canvases stand on easels of wood Two brushes painting a landscape in hues The sun shining on nature’s ethereal beauty They shared thoughts and intimacies Glancing at each others moods and whims Sharing their creations in pastels and blue Lunches in baskets and laughter in old stories Two lonely painters, sharing different strokes Artists basking in one another’s dreams One day a brush was gone Neither saw the evil swan Suspicions mounted Lurking, a silence filled with darkness Shivering winds defeating loves hopes Paints covered and brushes washed Leaving nature’s paradise untouched Let the serpent roam They held hands, the canvases complete Love made them lovers No serpent would win with such hateful deceit Higher in the valley, was I with my brush Painting a love story, of two artists who would blush If they knew their love story, was a canvas to share I captured their fragrance of love in the air I smiled at two souls whom held hands as one Knowing the serpent was now left defeated and alone One day, I shall capture this serpent and his evil ways So that meadows lush with the morning mist Will remain pure and evil untouched My brush will strike right through the serpent’s heart Water lilies turning red, basking in the glory of dusks sunset Raindrops shall fall like tears from the sky Knowing lovers avoided the serpent’s maze And the meadows are now pure Of the evil ones gaze Also on my site, more Art http://arthurvaso.weebly.com/current-poems.html