Charcoal Stream

The line holds a wall
Boundaries unseen before
Willows can only weep
Lame men can no more walk

The color holds an essence
Expressions on her face
Sadness is a virtue
Smiles tear the veil

The scene knows a reason
Time and space combined
Apothecaries close
Denver heats the winter's wrath

The movement plans our journey
A destiny unhindered by circumstance
The road has no stripes
A speed is absent to reality

The value reads your heart
Your passions within exposed
Darkness is your turn
Your life is saturated by empty desire

The painter is a stalker
Your life is an open book
No one knows you better
Canvas has been your page