C A N V A S

In my dreams, I’m painting a portrait.

She is wearing the mask, she is playing the role.

Her colors are fading as my life evaporates before the Sun.

This canvas remains unstained…

When I see a tall tree, I see a subject of perseverance.

Standing there, enduring the harsh conditions to which one is subjected to.

Across this valley, these desolate lands, lies a span of mountains vast & grand.

Beneath fields of oak trees, like reaching arms & open hands,

Under star-filled skies awaits the promise land…