La Vérité
A Symphony of Dreams
Choirs of Angels and a Cast of Souls
Demons, Grace and a long line of Shuffling Ghosts
Who walks so solemnly Westward
Where the Earth waits the Setting Sun to embrace?
We are All of Us marching Westward, if One by One we come
Our faces set aglow by the soft, collapsing Sun
We are All forever away, yet are forever Homeward Bound
Perpetually Apart, Perpetually Displaced
Longing for Peace and Reaching for Sleep
Beset both by Visions fleet and dark and brooding Dreams
We Wait:
As Inky, Black Night lets fall her long hair
Raven locks sink and cascade and tumble loosely
Small songbirds call and nestle closely
Dragonflies flit and hover above the crowded violets
In the distance a lonesome hound's crescendo erupts and fills the Evening Air.
La Vérité/ oil on canvas/ 48" x 48"/ 2012/(underpainting/work in progress)
Protection/ oil on canvas/ 36" x 36"
Protection (detail)
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