Artist

She sat amongst the paint brushes,

her soul it did feel spent.

As colours dripped around her,

her heart felt it would rend.

Her eyes glazed over from the storm,

that had whirled within her being.

They really could not comprehend,

the blaze that they were seeing.

A fire had started deep within,

a passionate ember unfurled.

A glimpse of heaven it did feel,

not of this earthly world.

One moment sat with brush in hand,

blank canvas all could see.

Yet next a broken figure poured,

there her soul in colour for eternity.

Unless you knew the artist's hand,

you would not have thought.

Such grace, love, pure desire and heart,

could leave her now with naught.

By T. Turner 16/04/ 2018