Framed Art

Standing on the wooden edge,
a shimmering pool of new beginnings below, then
leaping, twisting, spinning,
you dive in.

You wonder where you've wandered now,
the path you find, unpaved.
Suspended within the threshold
of a fourth dimension -
something that's gone unconsidered before.

You've left the outside world
to come and speak with me,
expecting I'll inspire you
or make your heart move so you feel it beating.
I turn before you, shades and shadows, light and dark,
strokes of colors changing,
while swirls and curls play like girls
dancing beneath the starlit night.

And thus, I'll have you for a moment,
hold your mind a little while.

As you walk away you tell yourself
there is no difference;
after all, I'm just a square hanging
on a wall.
But someday, you might stop to feel your heart
as you have painted thoughts

and then you'll know
I am an artist.