Life stands frozen

for the moment I gaze

upon your canvass

the beauty I see

transposed in strucks, of colour

The rose

the butterflies

and the thorns

(unseen but understood)

The life in swirls of hues

that you paint

portray the past, the present

and the future

( unseen but understood )

Shall we pass this moment?

Or stop to rest upon the rose?

for life we will make

if we rest

leaving a part of us behind

( unseen but understood )

We are the colours and textures of life

dreamed and forgotten

truth and lies

(unseen but undertood)

Joseph Carboni