Thursday, March 19, 2009
Painting - "The Alchemist" - Written - 'The closest thing to love I know'
The closest thing to love I know,
Coltrane and his horn,
The farthest place that I done been,
Thru dance inside my mind, another planet,
The easiest thing for me to say,
I have never whispered because I cannot walk off the court,
The most beautiful story ever told,
Won't be heard until I go home,
The only thing that troubles my heart,
Is a conclusion ending with the past,
The people I call my friends,
Distant, spoken through time and space,
The woman who doesn't stay,
A muse the dynasty of my paintbrush.
The first stroke of a painting,
Is the second, fifth, or last one,
The reason why I can't fly,
A reason if described may make no sense.
The A Train to the streets,
I travel invisible in ultraviolet colors.