Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I woke gently into a sunrise
without thought or stare
for a moment's noticing
the day had already begun

intuition and reflection
marked the eye for another canvas
creating the paintings of movement and colour
reliving each day as if it were a collage of images
without sequence

graceless and forgetful
in each stroke a mankind unto itself
as a society of wanderers
over space in a timeless vacuum
of hope and despair

the sunlight's intense objective
in its creation of an organic world
seem to magnify the shortcomings
of the artist and their art

pale in comparison
weak in its subtle aspect of questionable genius
a circle is never quite the success of its shape
the hand and fingers seem to betray the thought
that provoked the image

the eye seemed to foretell of a failing
in the pursuit of something serenely abstract
and perilously pure

the paint dried around edges
that call the center to a gravity unknown
the ceiling spoke of its emptiness
in lighted shadows of colour fusing
in the shaping of an eternal realm