A Painting

A Painting
I will always remember how to paint

with the colors of the wind


 This love will be my travelling friend

 on the life path to a masterpiece

Towards a day an ultimate one

 experience the bright flame from the

heavens

With this flame a burst of wind shall

have a crazy momentum

A detail like honey is a locus slow

and focused

Glistening slowly stuck livingly soft

                  Sound of glow

A timed mesh

To trap ourselves in time.

An ocean of ourselves hello the echo

 of a new feeling

                  A new selfishness

Lughrn of a new trade

This is my new trade

Freedom of the wind

            Poetry.

A Painting