Monday, February 7, 2011

Ode to an Artist

His laughter sounds as bells above
His heart was touched by Heaven's love
His talents are kept by the treasure trove
His art is rendered by a silken glove

His canvas is touched by the brush's kiss
His insight doth surely will not be missed
His love for art will the world be blessed
His emotions without ruled by an iron fist

His countenance stern as he sits to paint
His intensity fills the room so great
His stance upon his throne so straight
His finished works set upon a date

His precious glance turns his subject to stone
His soulful eyes seek what was once alone
His talent beseeches a siren from clone
His artistic love gives wondrous sight from tone

Maciej is his given name so grand
His heart is with another land
He paints his world with such a stand
His patience with me is as grains of sand

Maciej lives his heart so silent
His mercy with me is quite pliant
He graces the world with a talent so giant
His passion builds from his desires so violent


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