Many nights alone , many days among canvases rich with different master's passionate strokes...the night dreams are a technicolor blend of wishes and faith...believing in the future and waiting for the oils to bleed from the inside, out... to reveal the soul of the canvas.

It's all worth it. It's all about details in the long run.

I miss everyone and should be back in my home by the end of January.

With all my love to all my peers.
Susan

Patient...
At her easel
Daubing midnight into shades
Holding warmly to a memory
Before the shape of him fades.

Collecting visuals...
From her palette
Strokes in acetylene ...passions glow
Creating this infinity
A canvas rich in love's after flow.

She hums...
Their song of rhythm
Perpetuated in love's moving tune
Quietly she acquieces
Her canvas lives beneath a liquid moon.

Slowly...
She sways to loving
A dance of creatures' spirit strong
Creating bliss for a lifetime
Amor immortal...
Just where love belongs.