FORGOTTEN ART

Pardon I
Paths we tread upon
Are similar not
For I behold
Skies a place
Where I mind glistens
And that for you
Is but a feature
Far from reckoning

The artist I am
Dripping with ink ancient, stained
By the very knowledge
You are blind to, dances
Upon midday stars
And clouds grey
Where rains of
Jupiter are born

You tango dance
With reason
In thy baked mind
Spend moons
Bisecting thoughts
Soon to fade
But what you see not
Is the crippled faith it creates
Ridiculing whiskers of
Imagination gliding in
Wind-words
A shelter fathomed
By those whose hearts
Bear no shield



If thy mind is a
Puzzle
Then my words
Are a
Painting
Every time
My hands
Scribble,
A witness to life
Is created
We perhaps
Might not share
This beautiful insanity
Yet now
I realize that it
Was never my place
To take you deeper
My pen shall take
A nap for now
Only to awake as the sun rising