Of paper, pen and paints

Of paper, pen and paints

I was a canvas white,
Shades nowhere to be seen.
Caressed only by light,
That's how it should have been.

Till you picked up your brush,
And in a spate of colors,
In one headlong rush,
Painted pretty pictures.

Ephemeral peregrinations
Of dreams sans reality,
Framed in imagination
Pictures not meant to be.

Uninked pages all,
Words missing in between
I was a blank scroll,
A story yet to begin.

Yet you took up your pen,
And in a fantasy flight,
Etched out a story insane
Colored in black and white.

Jotting the might have beens,
And words that remained untold.
Unhappened happy happenings,
And an ending never to unfold.

Daneel Olivaw

More Poems By Daneel

Home