all there? Beneath the streetlights,
as I stroked and smudged,
my beautiful visions,
like a violinist playing his violin; caressing,
it were the supple hip of his lady love.
I was intensely, yet leisurely,
giving a form to my imagination -
golden locks, curly and bouncing;
in that dark of the night.
The luscious red robe, atoned by
pale of her skin....
The river lull; inviting the
dark clouds billowing up the skies,
She gently paddled her oar,
not a hint of despair.
all there? Seeing me create an angel...then
I heard a sob, in the black of night.
A feeble cry of a woman in pain...
I drop my palette; in shock!
Symphony of colors dancing with the twilight.
I turn around, saw you all there;
The darkest of the souls;
snatching away my creation.
She was not an angel in red robe..
It was a
dark shadow drenched with my blood.
And as I closed my eyes; I saw her -
PS : Sometimes; what you see or perceive is not what is real.