Bird Dogs

Poem For Joy

I see your pain, like a painting you made,
The colours are mixed, the canvas is laid.
We see perspective, light and shade
Your love, like the oils, will never fade.

You may thin them down with turpentine,
You may dull your pain with strong red wine.
You may use bright colours, mixed on your tray
It's a portrait of life, with shades of grey.

So, the canvas is blank, the easel stands,
The brushes and palette are poised in your hands.
If art is passion then we both surely know,
That it's only from the heart, that the colours can flow.