PAINTERS EYE
Slowly the water shades, ov colors in parade.
Thru the visions, that we see.
The beautiful, is then conceived.
Pantomimed, thru a different stroke.
Scenes devine, a brush uncloaks.
A painters' demise, a wonder seen thru their eyes.
Beauty is in, the beholders' surprise.
As a painter so wise, thru the strokes from within.
Never the visions pale, beautiful to have arisen.