Sometimes my paint brushes
play hide and seek as if stars,
they vanish and reappear!
“It can’t get better than this”
I smile at the playful moves
because I often get lost too!
A revolving canvas, beads on
the floor, senses crazed, tides
animate our inner undulating seas.
Sometimes I no longer know
where is center, left nor right,
what is black or white
no more notion of peace or war,
just us learning how to swim
the deep waters of Longing.
copyrights 2006 Aida Toure