A rose of art

I open the door
step over the threshold
taking in a fresh breath of air
Then take my steps down
as I look around
at the old, lonely stairs to nowhere

My day begins
In accordance with love
Something I know, nothing about
But I do know this, that I'm amiss
And I'd rather be with than without

Lost without love
to encircle my life
I continue to search as I walk.
Along with Morns light
A feeling of blankness
It's tough to encompass the thought

Here I am, just walking down
the long and lonely streets of town
Searching for something
that I never had
But know if I find it
I'd know what I have

It's grayish today
a dissmel day at the most
The sun has been nigh in the sky
as the thick clouds pass over
It seems more like October
As gentle cool breezes pass by

There's a chill in the air
As it's just starting spring
I wonder as I walk
Where have all the flowers gone
Not here, not even a stalk

I still beg to ponder
Of how thy would be
with a beautiful flower in life
someone to nurture
Someone for me
To help with composing my strife

I say to myself,
They should at the least
Be some flowers that's crest
above the cold layden ground.
But no not one
Has even emerged
Not even a leaf have I found

As I turn the corner
Thinking to myself
Well surely heres where the sunshine comes in
But to my surprise
Without denies
It's still all dark hued and dim

It seems like the story
of my forboading life
Shoulders shrug as I seem not to care
but down in the depths
of my unapproached heart
it really shows all the truth of my snare

Again to myself
This is insane
Surely there is some around
But not on the sides of the walks
In the mulched flower beds
As if everything is actually dead
Or some how, some way has been lost

Then to what
do my wondering eyes should appear
round another corner bringing light
A beautiful goddess with flowing hair of gold
A chiffon dress made of pure white

Behind her she draws
The colors of passion
Along with a warm calming light
Beyond her looks or prose of her fashion
She emits love of all that in spite

The trail of color and life that she brings
it makes my heart skip a beat
there's nothing I've seen in my whole life here
That would go to tow with this feat

the colors begin
to burst from the ground
as she slowly passes by
flowers of gold, bloom red, purple hues,
even blues that come from the sky

To me shes like art
That is beautiful in everyway
The colors that stream along
on her enchanted tan skin
Her lovelyness that keeps me at bay

She's adorned with meanings that shows how she feels
a memory cast upon what she loves
A Beautiful face, a cat, or a flower..
Or Blessed knowing it's from above

A wall I had in front of me
A windowless window of snow
Blinded by my insecurities
Now a flower surely does grow

If not in search of evident truth
Or what was lacking that showes
For today I passed the most beautiful art
And found my precious true rose..

So as we journey this life
Always remember
no matter what you generally see
It's not what your heart gives off
that's important...
It's the love that your heart truly

Redbuck
© Mark Gollihue