Homage To The Art (unfinished & re-posted)

Serrated,

Gently scratching the surface of a frail entity.

Intending,

To breathe new life in where it is needed desperately.

Awakening,

Unbeknownst to the beholder, apparitions insisting on being discovered.

Welcoming,

With such warm and inviting intentions,
coated with gold... Dare I mention.

...

Intervene, in one of your many shapes.
Molding, in to something anyone can relate.

(much like)

Scavenging the remains, "foraging" on who "they" are... truly,
Resurrecting from the ashes to be modeled, framed so beautifully.

Gifted, and hold a multilingual tongue that speaks so serene.
From a bone chilling nightmare, to the sweetest deepest dream.        
(and all in between)

You transmit, what some fear to cross their lips.
Relinquish the anxiety, and redirect it through the fingertips.

I find you much more accepting, than some psychiatric professional.
And much more spiritual, than some "religious holy-man" confessional.

An angelic embodiment with eyes that can pierce deep into ones soul,
and see everything so vividly, and what belongs in that black, voided hole.

...

The sensation, as I'm blessed with your presents, and drain your veins with my pen.
Or let the echo of a chord ring out, and let out... what's deep beneath your skin.

Poses me, and take control of my brush in hand.
Illuminate, what they cannot seem to understand.

Grace any moment you choose, to stand still in time.
Capture the immediate beauty,  just as long as (to you) it's prime.

...

"As long, as it's full of heart

Regardless, how far apart

Weather its miles, or oceans apart

We are all, bound together by Art."