You were thirty nine

And unjaded

How did you do it

There’s a madness to beauty

And you mastered the art

Anyone who knows about him

Would realize where I’m going

Or went

Slashes of blues and purples

The yellows turn to gold and red

Streaks of crimson across the ceiling

A sunset over the brides head

The landscape of poppies in distant fields

The blackbirds

Did you find an answer

And was it in cold black steel

A silver flash across the sun flowered field

Did anyone tell you it was taboo

To feel

Rich red hues answer questions

About that day

Black shadows and rich glorious corn

As the sky becomes all starry at night

Did you spend too long in those yellow halls

Those broken shadows and faceless walls

The poor, the hungry, the sick, the poor,

Didn’t you ever wonder what if

One more

One final view from the beauty of madness

One last stroke of color mining emotion

From a dark place

Did they ever tell you not to feel

Might as well put all your colors away…..

Let this beautiful canvas finally heal?