Still

Interests follow like a young child

Freighted by thunder and dark places

Belonging has found itself lost 

Corners of spaces remembered

Capturing extras within what is 

Found beyond a grasp 

Dawn’s touches explode

Knowing the beautiful truths thirst

Searching as fingers run across photos 

Looking where skins paintbrush forms truth...

Silently you were forever frozen

Time has become another number on a list.

The list of painting fantasies 

Still yet to be finished

Still not knowing 

What is mine and what is not?