The Paint

Image floating from mind to canvas

Wet seeking a dry place to speak

And now, staring back

Light reflecting from shining eyes

A life emerging from 

A life that love touched

Paint bending to your will

Flowing at your pace

Or perhaps you are bending to its will

Going at its pace?

There is nothing separating you now

Paint from soul, soul from paint

Not knowing 

If this is your work, or something born

The answer living deep within you

Beyond the reach of others

The quiet voice

The untouchable you