The Master & an Incomplete Painting

[BeeJay]

July 06, 2010

The paint has not dried
The Master still paints
Much that I see is unfinished
Much that was has died
But still I breathe the same varnish
The polish yet to mirror the pain
I have but eyes that have missed a comet’s death
A sadness the stars have but felt
In the passing a truth
In the flash a light
In the tail a sadness of eons
Scorn hurtling blindly into the arc of eternity
The paint, yes, the paint
The trident and its MASTER
Now swish and sway inside the cosmic dance
Rivers roar, the seas explode, the mountains disappear
The Master paints serenely the quite countryside
The sound of bells on sheep follow the grass
A melody of peace
An illusion of calm
A story of an incomplete painting
That hides the torment of a soul inside.

Baru Gobira 2010