Scene one
A dark November bedroom....through the window, the rise of the sun....orange and hot amongst the cold ghost like frosted morn.
A woman sits up and stretches in her bed.......
"What will the day bring?" she wonders
The answer comes..... perhaps sung from the sun rising overtly orange in the crisp frosty morn.
The sexy sun sings:
"anything you wish it to bring"
The rise of the sun signals
a new beginning
A blank canvas
Reflected in the stark white
of the
framed and stretched
shape
Is the blaze
of orange
the kiss of pink.....
the paint trails of possibilities
Pen your painted poem
Tell your story in brush strokes
Paint your passions
In the walk of your day
and the dance of your night
Each sunrise a
new canvas to create
upon, within
Sexy or sullen scenes
Perfectly purged upon the
space, waiting
An image created
or none at all
For a blank space
is vibrating....
still
The sexy sun sings to us
"as you wish"
She teaches us....
as she paints her canvas
of white clouds
waiting
She says........
"Scene two
is up to
you....."
