ARTIST I

On time's wings borne aloft, his being glides,
as a condor soars to ages and climes
earthly eyes ne'er may behold. 

Verity for his companion, Techne, his guide,
on a lifelong odyssey he embarks, 
rainbows fashions into dreams and passions.
 
Thro' Heaven's calm he journeys, thro' Hell's ire, 
into Nature's pulchritude and her unbridled fury.

Art would he revere, to her glory his every breath
pledged, this divine purpose the Muses bless.

"Be as a lake, calm or unstill, burnished or bleak, 
that mortals may glimpse 
some reflected gleam of celestial perfection, 
Styx's grim countenance descry."

Hues of nightingales' song, opaline sparkle of
Spring showers, primrose of innocent laughter,
moonglow of mother's embrace, ingenue's blush,
swans' silken glissade, his palette ennoble.

Pristine poise of blooming buds, tranquil warmth 
of golden flames, elysian twirls of snowy doves
weaving in flight, felicity of hopes and dreams
fulfilled, fragrance of innocence, his studies adorn.

Death throes of the fallen, wrath of a maelstrom,
bitterness of love unrequited, hatred's ravaging
revels, scourge of injustice, bane of iniquity, his
canvases can scarce contain.

Each rendering a sacred offering, this fervent 
prayer he unfailing utters: Shape and form as I
portray, may soul and inscape shine forth,
Creation's heartbeat my every brush stroke grace.

© 2014 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

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'The Art of Painting'
Artist: Johannes Vermeer