On Art Museums, Love & the Stage
There are places we like to be,
to find, to allow our selves to evolve
while others walk about totally unaware
of cathartic dreams.
Perhaps the man in crimson rendezvous is suffering,
yet all eyes would only imagine,
his to be an outward glance
toward a unique fire in his mind.
There is always love in the midst of pure artistic restraint,
caught in the canvas of our own study,
the desire to know, to understand,
to interpret wholly the reason being.
I walked inside an auditorium only to witness
beauty arise, brought me upon a newer plane,
a place where all our lives,
are meant to thrive within the dimensions allowed.
So do you walk, appreciate the grace of freedom,
the mind is gravy to the shadows
that take us on different paths,
yet seem to meet in the surreal atmosphere.
We are together always in tune,
in wonder, in delicious delight, akin
our lives, hearts, finding soul in rest,
will continue sweet illusion is love.