I'll Be Back in Five

I'm a traveller of the work who paints the sovereign sky
My brush has guilded miles of gold into the grande divine
The path I take has many twists and just as many turns
I try to leave my fear behind or else I may not learn
the gentle sublety of flowing that my hands are here to find.
To bring some form and meaning to the motion of the visions in my mind.

If I could paint with longing I would start with prussian blue
With holly leaves to prick my skin and night to bleed into
Or maybe there's a kitchen that is filled with mother's love
Dabs of ivory, naples yellow, something that reminds me of
a time when I was greener, still water in my youth
and how the seas of trouble brought to me maturity and truth

As the sun makes its journey and leaves the underworld
I'll be open, I'll be ready
Ready to stand with brush in hand
I'll be back in five

I can't go outside today because the painter comes
To guide her way a candle burning stands in for the sun
The imagery she brings with her must find its way to brush
I'm simply open, patient now, I make no sudden move to rush
or force the shades of colour, the canvas will soon be
Capturing the light and dark relationships of joy and agony.

Today goes on without me I'll fain an interlude
I am open, I am ready
To take the muse inside, and thus reside
I'll be back in five