Canvas

Should I paint the flails
Of surging time
In pastel hues of indigo?
Or should I smear
A dab of red
In the roots of sunsets
By the shore?
If silence spilled
In starry nights
Silhouetting the din;
What would I paint on
My canvas pale
Where you sketched your
Star-struck whims?

Where time has stopped
And tied my hands,
Forbidding me to dream;
Imagine:
The colours upturned
On my canvas,
Creating myths,
Unseen.

19 February 2015

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