Timothy’s Song

Brush that caresses the canvas

Colors that stream

The eye that commands the hand

To show the unseen

The easel stands in a cellar

There it remains

Visions of heaven and hell

Just so many stains

Timothy your eyes could see

your vision was so clear to me ahhhh…

Painter in the dark

I heard the beating of your heart and I sing ahhhhh

Now another moth has gone careening to the flame

Painted wings are stilled and only ashes now remain

Though still I see the colors

that you painted for a world that has no eyes

Though the painting is vaunted

Still the painter is haunted

And his colors have gone to gray

No longer inspired

Now the brush is retired

And the palete is put away

Timothy your eyes could see

your vision was so clear to me ahhhh…

Painter in the dark

I heard the beating of your heart and I sing ahhhhh

Tell me why the world turns creation into chaos?

Tell me why we crucify the ones who come to save us?

Tell me why your colors have to stand upon and easel in the dark?

Wipe the tears from my eyes so that I may see

The resplendence of your colors

And your symmetry

Paint in light now, on your odyssey

Be at peace

Timothy