A Portrait Painted
James Horsley
I wanna run
I want to tear full throttle down highways
Scale old gray mountains to their peaks covered in snow
Tear open the sky, that deep immortal sky
Painted so blue by passionate kisses of angels
Then soar into the cosmos
And on to eternity
I want to write
Destroy society’s expectations by the strength of my pen
To feel six nickel strings under my fingers
Chords ringing clear, that paint a picture of my soul
To somehow express these things so you may see
Because somehow everything
Else seems to roundabout
I know I must
Speak to you some other way than on pages
Through messages you may never hear
To stand with Walt, and yell forth out into the world
These things that fill my consciousness and heart
Would make reality
Of a dream I hold dear