The art was most masterful on the dark canvas
Within the thick of night his hand was full of sweep
beneath the Muskan moon the artist quivered not
Etching silver dollar stars the artist took a leap
as he painted up the sky with orbs of sparkling dots
Celestial objects bright as light, a candle spark
moonlight, starlight, airglow, all a work of art
Applying white on black creating a celestial ark
he mastered in the light with darkness off the chart
Tinted colorants of amber midnight grains of gold
every brushstroke took him, to a journey home
Van Gogh signatures and visions stories yet untold
all night long he painted, from a sonic neo zone
Light to dark, with different distinction
he played shadows with God's bric a brac
Twas' a Masterpiece of fact and fiction
Oh ! He really had the knack !
Luminous
lights appear
in my long dreams,
as my soul, so it seems, holds high
a periscope
for my heart and mind to see
every surrounding scene
beyond the heavy, seamed quilt of history
laid over my long sleep,
my long night — as deeply
black as the pupils of my eyes
mirroring a moonless, starless mid-night;
yet my soul floats
within this ever-amassing eternity —
wherein gleams an airglow for some sight
of the softly glistening atmosphere’s heights…
arising
heavenward
and shimmering
~ while here within me
longings emanate
(for a communion with God
and a complete life)
appearing luminous and divinely embossed
— comprising my long, impassioned prayers
— all into making
the long necklace
of gold-linked
wishes and psalmed gratitdes
I kneel to sing
on these long nights
before my long sleeping…
Dreamed of being a superman to rescue the world
"Who are you?" the voice he heard
Looking at the airglow, wondering of a star
Reaching to the space, he hiked so far
No one called out his name
He wished tomorrow will not be the same
Became a leader, he isn't lame
Rich he is with love and fame
The crystal he is, created a rainbow
Taught to love yourself to fade the sorrow
Blushy cheeks with rosie hollow
A role model of my life, I follow
She wore her smile as wide as the horizon;
As In her heart was so cold as frozen snow;
Continent shined so all watching her all eyes in;
Bestow airglow aromatic plateau meadow;
She was a Ice Princess
5/27/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021