![]() Always in the Sibylline ColorsA Poem by An owl on the moon![]() Haunting my canvas...![]() ![]() My canvas Was a barren
alabaster Yet there I
stood Clinging tight
to my brushes Covered in hues
and colors of light Each with a
voice To sing a
sacred composition Of tints and
pigments Deep strokes
of darkness Bleeding and
blending into one That is
where her memory lived As I tried
painting her with a smile Joy to
caress her lips Not
realizing that she was happier In the walking
away Happier as
she created distance between us She my
divine dreamscape And me, her
only regret So I painted
her in still life In sapphire
shades of remorse Always in
the sibylline colors Haunting my
canvas Forever © 2017 An owl on the moonAuthor's Note
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