Unshaded canvas looked at me, gazing.
Around fell the dew, the hues of untaught heart.
Simple, yet convoluted; fancied my wits.
Am I the one, to put life unto you?
Along came a hand, a credence; It walked
my feet unto the vestal land
of ideas, verve, soul and spirit.
An open perspective rooted vitality,
in me, to step; to feel the new.
Zany ideas held up brains to pause
When you got for me a zeal-
and taught me the unexplored.
Moving my hand, I painted the canvas
I thought- but any notion fell not.
Got to see an eye beside the frame
and then realized- ideas create not
What shimmers; is For The Love of Paint.