Hungry God

The artist feverishly falls on colour,
colouring dreams with imaginative
hues of rainbows' subtle dances.

I offer my soul
to a hungry God.

The blank canvas redefines itself,
self-aware it seems, the wonder grows
as time is lost in actions; bold.

My eyes gather
the last flowing
moments up
to form my execution.

A brush-stroke fallen here, there,
their touch sweeps meaning
into once empty silent spaces.

And the secrets held
rush blood
into a fired sky.

A finished dream ignites some more,
more fires to spread with smiling eyes
as the world prepares itself for light.

No escape,
here in the moments
after the last
breath disturbed.

A proud artist and eternal love,
scraping passions across forever.

The raging day,
just waiting for release.