Although the vision of him is not before me
The image is ingrained with a dark appeal
O how I want to paint like the master
This masterpiece I call man
The man in the form of art
Lying in shadows
Whose breath brings sparkle to heart
Upon his own chest
Twinkling like diamonds
The chain moves and creates a specter prism
O to capture its light!
The light in the dark
A living masterpiece painted in my mind
Working its way to brush and board
When the light is right ~ Maggie ~ Penned January 6, 2009 @ 10:15 a.m. EST
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