Poem to an Artist

To begin with light,

Is to have come from the dark.

To see white,

Is to know of its existence.

Before you even start to live,

Understand the ability to create;

To diffuse a mental state,

An escape into one’s own color.

Sharp and to the point.

Moments unaware of a choice

Bringing a talent to life,

Defining inhibitions

With each try.

The soul is the manifestation of thought

With the essentials;

The body conveys these ideas,

With their possessions to create an art

Like nothing we’ve ever seen.

For I know now,

To end in color, is to have lived.

To see black,

Is to know of its beauty.

Before you can appreciate the values,

You must regenerate the cause;

For dreams are achievements in the making.