The Painter

Envisioned love is nothing to a fragile soul

Hopes and dreams limit the glistened passion

Denying the blood soaked soil where life may grow

Why subject yourself to illusionary perfection

When reality has enough beauty to break you?

My heart has felt the desperate jab of the artist

Unleashing his toils into the crevices

Painting to seal the wounds with flaming despair

And why would I dare close my eyes to ascend

When the sky jolts at your whim?

Lightning and fire together,

Incisions and shredded feathers

In this love, I become a warrior of every season

Never to fade, always to reshape with new scars

Battlewounds from the hand of a healer

Who creates as he destroys