Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

an empty easel lurks in a dark corner
candlelight too low to see the artist's eyes
seeds of creation sparkle for him, each
twinkle stimulates a new angle
ceremonial candles burn with imagination
through a thick empty glass, a lonely bottle
of Petron is artwork in itself, the windows
that run from the floor to the ceiling
than rule the daylight will be of no use tonight
he searches for truth, clarity, lifeblood
as colors call his name in whispers from a old
wooden box on an old wooden shelf, he
considers their appeal, he connects with this space
to liven his canvas, sits night after night
paying his respects....paying his dues
his soul is a lightning rod, his heart a receiver
he opens his supple mind to the depth
of the universe and waits in the darkness
for that shimmering spark that lights up
the promises, and cleanses the brain
from layers of thick film, a patient receptor
of divine companionship
ready, willing, and able to try.....and try again