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By redplasticroses Date: 2008 Feb 13 Comment on this Work [[2008.02.13.02.00.4018]] |
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Daybreak The roar of the sea woke me morning sky softly peaking over the horizon once again we are going different directions I am walking the beach on the east coast you are sleeping in the desert a cup of coffee in my hand my sketchbook & watercolors tucked in my back pack my mind wanders between what colors to mix and my hand on you "there" in the wine bar as we shared much more than port I sit down and begin to paint an old man asks if he may join me I smile and nod my head he kindly says that he understands passion and the deep allure of the sea again I nod as I work he asks if he can see my work as he peeks over my shoulder then looks at me while forcing a smile mumbling something about passion and how he really had expected that I was painting the sea he continues........ "and what do you call that painting..... that hand ..... on....ummm..... sensing his discomfort I interrupt him. "Passion". His eyes returned to mine as if to say the sea will be here for eternity someday when I am an old woman I will paint the sea but for now for now I will paint passion |