Musings.

I crossed paths with my muse
And we danced in the light
Of imagination

-A landscape of no limits
And freedom of expression
A space for painting pictures
Never to be fenced in by frames

No, not here;
These pictures go on forever,
An open composition
Where the palette of the heart
Lightens the heavy brush strokes
Of the mind

Here, they are one
Here, in the act of creativity
Union flows through expression
Something for which
You need no lessons

Here,
In the light of imagination
I become a single movement
Painting the world inside
To help find my place in the gallery
Outside

Here,
In the light of imagination
Capturing movement
With broken brush strokes
Perfect imperfections!
-I am my own impressionist.