Drawing upon life and dreams

Extracting

then abstracting

Painting scenes

that by the eye were unseen

I am lost

Wandering amongst the

colors and hues

Peering deeply

How deeply?

Too deeply!

Following the trail of her brush strokes

to the border where reason

merges with passion

Before me flows

a lush oil and Tempera river

I accept the invitation

and float lazily, happily

under Japanese letters

and past an Island

where a goat driving a bus

waves to me

I shrug, laugh and wave back

She loses me

In the sensuous valleys of her heart

where lavender springs gush

and the Sun sits down

for a cup of green chai

with an old man and his rooster

I stand in a grove of bamboo

and listen to them sing

of lost love

of passion shared

of surrender

I begin to cry

I find myself

clinging to her spirit

and to the tender memory

Copyright ©2008 Anthony Hall