Art is a loyal friend.
A watcher from within, never heard.
Whispered feelings. Whispered thoughts of self expression.
A quiet performer searching for a blank wall to share my hopes and dreams.
Art is a loyal friend.
Drifting in a dull creative haze outward.
My inner child thinks.
A tender hand brushes the floating dust from the sunlit window sill.
My palette is a horizon of white and gray.
Ideas come and ebb like the tide.
The fog roles in. The fog roles out.
Art is a loyal friend..
The darkness from which ideas are born
Find their way to my white pages.
To dance and become dark again.
With each thought
A mark is placed
Another question is raised.
Until there are no more, until there is no more.
Art is a loyal friend.
Repeat