The Canvas of Your Mind
Should I have learned to paint beautiful pictures with my hands?
But Alas, they could not say what was in my mind.
I searched and searched for ways to express.
My hands were mute.
They could not release the colors in me.
They could not let go.
Then came the words.
They flooded my pallet.
So many, more than all the colors.
They blended and began to mix,
like green and yellow,
a little white.
The dancing clouds appeared in the sky so blue.
How wonderful, what the mind could see.
Words, they never stopped.
They appeared in dreams.
They clogged my mind,
until the image was seen.
With creative force unleashed,
I spewed my painting,
all over the canvas of your mind.