Falling into the Masterpiece

You lose your grip and then you slip into the masterpiece,
Where shadows dance with light in a symphony of peace.
A canvas stretched across the sky, in hues both bold and mild,
Every stroke a whisper, each color running wild.

You fall into the winding path where dreams and truth entwine,
Where time dissolves like morning mist, and stars begin to shine.
The brush of fate, so gentle, paints the tale you never knew,
Of heartbeats caught in twilight, in shades of deepening blue.

Through realms of gold and silver, where echoes softly sing,
You find the hidden corners where the soul begins to cling.
To memories that linger, to futures yet to bloom,
In the silent serenade of a starry, boundless room.

The chaos swirls, a tempest, yet yields a calm embrace,
In the masterpiece before you, every flaw finds its grace.
For in the slip, the stumble, the fall into the unknown,
You find a world within the world, a place to call your own.

By

Doddridge Busingye, MFA