Friday, August 2, 2013

For Cohen...a paintbrush...

Dear
Seen you
In colors so draped
As if you in colors me help a scape...
Seen you in colors so submerged,
As if me in colors gets daily merged...

And me prays
For your brush be blessed
By Her
your muse infinite...
Like a paint bottle
As if a birth of inner Light...

{Note:~for Cohen Asher, a painter friend mine... }

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