"PAINTING HER IMPRESSION"

There are times when her image
Is so clear, in the window
Of my impression
That I feel
The painter in me yearning
To create
Upon her canvass
These everlasting oils
Of perfect strokes that imbue
Her countenance
With such lovely disposition
And inner, tranquil lightness of expression
That the easel
Doesn't bow
Or support the masterpiece
Created by purely
God-given curves
And lines that need so little
Enhancing
That she's a Botticelli
To me now
A perfect period
Of the affectionate
Renderings
And etchings from the greatest
Painters, of all time
It's her soul
That reminds me of how
Light, or beauty shines
In this microcosm
Of indecision
When I'm sure that she's
The vision
It's so very clear to me now
How to make
This artistic transition
From painting my impressions
To sculpting the words
That give her life
And longevity
In her name, and in her way
Of taking time
And slowing her
Inner grace, 'til it glowed
Upon her face
And shuts down, my arrogance
And re-arranges all my plans
To admire, the sweet romanticism
In her glance,
And if I'm given half a chance
I'll create
The perfect ambience
To display
Her perfect face
A masterpiece
Of Love's
Divine
Countenance.......

Tony Taylor  (Chicago)