The Artist Continues | This Time With Black And White!

This time he pulls a black canvas
And stretches it as far as the eye
Can see…
He then splashes a misty dark substance –
Adding depth to the plane surface
On which his art is emerging…
With a wave of his invisible hand,
Tiny shiny white dots appear –
Bringing life to the dull pitch blackness

He lays aside his paintbrush –
Waiting for tomorrow …

…and men go to bed

Seventeen | Entering Unknown Beauties!

I wrote this on my birthday! (Princely Day '08)

And so now I AM seventeen!


The winds of change have blown me
and I have floated
endlessly

I have flown on the wings of time
to this place
called today


- beautiful!


And I am faced by a faceless tommorrow
it peeps through the window of a today
that's climaxing into darkness as twilight
knocks in


My heart desires light -
and so it imitates the setting sun
as it sinks -
down...down...
down the bottomless road of the earth

I desire light but darkness seeps in - mightily!

So I become a star
and as the dark gets darker -
I shine brighter

I paint the skies with light
- no matter how small I seem!

Like a marionette - 'cept with free will - I have
been sustained with strings invisible:
holding me - leading me - thru dusks and dawns:
He guides me!

Eternally - at least until now -
the light of day has faded
into the unknown emptiness of
the night -

Even now -
the lucid brightness of sixteen
is immersed in a quick evanescence -
it invisibly rushes past me - slowly:
it rushes slowly -
and seventeen -
like a beautiful darkness -
comes in -

Seventeen:
I enter you boldly!