Art
#12 of Poetry
I thought about art and friends for a bit
Early one monday morning I found myself clutching the air,
I tried to reach for something etheral, mystic and profound.
I dremt the night before of art, visions and senses beyond compare
Grasping the air I hoped these senses might compound.
Art is to many people many things and so is it any surprise,
that so many people with an idea tries?
Art is beautiful and bold,
A peek into someone who's heart is gold
Let's not stigmatise those of art,
those who's heart deserve a part,
on the stage of life where a story will start,
A wonderous story of the heart.
Those with a story to write
and those with a drawing to take flight
Take the the time to let us see
The beauty within, that is my plea.