I’ll spend the day engrossed in painting
Incredible things that are to come
It’s a future I’m creating
What do the swirls of paint become?
The flick of a paintbrush makes your smile
And the angle of colour makes views for a mile
And the streets below may be filled with strangers
But there’s none more stranger than the one I know
A stranger who’s aware of all the dangers
Who all too soon met her plateau
The swish of colour forgets one part
A journey’s required if I am to embark
On this probaby too ambitious new start
Lea Simpson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-probaby-too-ambitious-new-start/
