Like an Empty Canvas I mold and shape it with my mind With my fingers I bring it out into the light Tears of sorrow, tears of joy Letting others see without life's daily grind The woman wonders why you're feeling The man wonders how you found it Wonderment and aggravation intertwined into one I wonder where would we be without it's healing Rising and falling like a breath Our imagination follows our minds Our hearts persuade it like a drum Doing what we can to prolong its death Burning, glowing, or was it slowing down Bringing our imaginations into the light Allowing our inner selves to soar Anything to beat out the frown Bring forward the light of dawn With his ever present smile She wraps it around her So her children can once again smile Dancing around in her blanket of green lawn With hearts uplifted Our imaginations unchained Like an empty canvas Forever gifted Starshyne September 1997 Return to Poetry