Images in hand, a portrait to paint
…afar, yet drawn to my touch.
A new imagining behind my eyes,
waiting to dip into this mind’s brush.
Spinning emotions, a heartfelt song,
so near, a teardrop on my fingertip
awaiting transferral between the lines
…inspirational dance, lilting script.
Dimensional world, a clay to mold,
boundless, pliable in my hands as reality.
Here and now, for as long as I may,
transcribing hope for all humanity.
©June 2014, Christina Anne Hawthorne