The Canvas

 There is a composition unlike any otherin perfect harmonythat only its artist could create,without duplication,stipulation,colored to perfection.This is the canvas of my soul,in hues of purple and pink,with hints of mint and greenssplashed to run against the light.There is a sanctuaryupon the curves and lengths of its frame,so full of imagery,of love,of a silent language spoken from the heart.There is an arrangement of places,among the horizonthat landscape the shapes,shades,mosaic of my thoughts.There are feelings covering its valuesand depth painted in the chromatic of truthproportionally expressing all there is.And, somewhere in its tonesthere is undeniably the casting of faithgrasping to the atmosphere swimmingin a composition of integrity and serenity.This is the canvas of my spirit,with all its illustration,a Renaissance of antiquities,that lies deeply only in mewhile the Creator watchesand smiles at His one-and-only masterpiece.