This canvas holds
A fragment
Something wonderful
Is hinted at
In the circumstances
Of its becoming
And yet
Behind that arc of
Rainbowed ink
Lies such darkness
Untapped depths
That could swallow up
Everything
This canvas holds
A memory
Of horrors to come
Distorted faces
Beckon
With twisted smiles
As I smile back
Wrapped in the
Beauty
Of difference
Chaotic serendipity
Wailing and black
Calling me home
This canvas holds
A promise
Once made to a
Beloved
Pure and glowing
Serpentine threads
That dance their
Red black and white
Innocence
Pulsating within
And around
My broken green
Heart
This canvas holds
An emptiness
Too great to fathom
Nothingness
That ever lies
The river Styx
With no ferryman
To guide the
Unwary traveler
Enchanted
By the iridescent
Seductiveness
Of its still dark
This canvas holds
A yearning
Calling me from my
Dreaming skin
Seeking kindred
In the swirling winds
I soar up
On borrowed bones
Something more
At this moment
Than I have
Ever been and
Ever will be
(c) AM Hunter 2016
Green and Grey 