A structure, as built along the lines of history,
where a heart cemented itself in time
as if it’s cast were to remain
standing still
as a beacon
beckoning the world to come to it
rather than living,
breathing
as any heart,
beating.
A painting
hanging quietly
on a museum wall
depicting its past presence,
of solidity in rock formations
spreading over a horizon,
as if the view in the distance could be captured
with a touch of paint
crackling with the lines of age,
hanging in the balance
for the heart of all,
forgotten of it’s own.
New canvas,
fresh paint,
brushed of life
lived for today
in the concept of tomorrow,
laughter,
a dance of gold and red,
a blue hue for yesterday,
fading tear,
letting go,
yellow,
white so bright
as the eyes of knowing,
the heart’s future
is here.
Nice metaphor for your new life. Beautifully done, April!
Thank you Donna, just added the video intended for this one =) quite tearful but in a good way for this =)
Very beautiful portrait of life and the colors that make it real.
Lovely to see you back online, April.
Ah…indeed it is good to have you back…so loved the portrait you’ve provided here.