Golden Symphonies of Time

My tail in between my legs, laughing at the night, at the moon , laughing at this blank canvas, at feeling empty

And yeah, I inked a thousand lines, a few crazy scribbles, all in color rippling like waves , yet I have nothing, but a hand and a paintbrush that misbehave

Tomorrow will be different, I’ll paint kaleidoscopes with imploding hues of hope, laughing with joy at a full canvas , covered with unstoppable beauty

tick

tock

tick

tock

seconds

hours

days

the sun rises

it sets into

golden symphonies of time that I can no longer find, and yet another day passes, but this time I wake in the middle of the night

wait... wait!

beautiful sunsets need cloudy skies too , and what if what I needed to do, was to celebrate the grey, to paint those reds, yellows , and all those blues

ten thousand colors and a perfect painting, same as every other night, but this time they all feel new to me, because this time, this time I opened up my eyes

to the beautiful

and painful

creative process

that never

dies