Looking through the eyes of the canvas.

I remember a safe haven and a gentle hum,
looking through the eyes of the canvas.
Where firm grips keep out the storms
And soft scents caress the senses.

I remember all the ?times,
looking through the eyes of the canvas.
Where fantasies embrace realities
And Reality is for a child?s play.

I see hatred, hurt and rejection,
looking through the eyes of the canvas.
Where life?s past is left behind
And two paths are left to unwind.

I see life where there is death,
looking through the eyes of the canvas.
Where violent quakes and rolling waves
Bring closer hope where there is despair.

I feel the lonely entrapment of solitude,
looking through the eyes of the canvas.
Where shadows walk through endless seas
Never seen, heard or acknowledged.

And most important of all, the artist is never far,
When looking through the eyes of the canvas.

Engl 1515
Sec 1
Feb 22, 2007
class assignment #2