A Glowing Canvas



The luxury of having

The right tools at hand

To complete the task

I pray one will understand

His airbrush cleaner

Stain covered palettes

Acrylic finish left

On top of a box

The empty landscape oil bottles

Used right from the start

He painted a perfect
Picture that depicted
A particular obsession

The paint he was used
Mixed with blood
Left a glow which
Illuminated the canvas

His master feathered airbrush
His gentle and tender touch
Crafted a masterpiece
From his deepest
Memory of pain

Rest upon a wooden easel

A magnificent glow



Heaven is at the foot of Mother…






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