acrylic and pastels on canvas
A Model Woman
So gentle, strong, and alive into the present.
I can hear her and she is listening.
“Do you know the time of love?” She spoke
To move to my mind with breathing’s way
“I see you dreaming about the music of hope.”
She whispered this into my fears now falling
“Why are you dying to doubt yourself so?”
Her lips did not move as the air shook my soul.
She was never going to leave me.
She was never going to stay.
She would never say ‘I love you baby’
She waited for my tears exposed
Some astral freedom was a gift that she gave
And all I could do here, in return, was this
Share her soft colors of play
Her laugher washed beyond my mortal
She was not to be captured,
She was not to be caught
She could not be possessed
by me, nor any moment held
The canvas lone could only thank her
For simply being here
© 2008 C.C. Arshagra