Canvas In The Mist

Atop a cliff
Within the mist
The artist stares onto his blank canvas
Looking for inspiration
To fill the void
So lonely was his friend
So he would sit
And time would fly
And all clouds would pass on by
But the artist could still find no inspiration
Nothing would do
For this canvas was beautiful
And he wanted his work to be too
He would sit and wait for the time to come
For once he made his marks
They could not be undone
He would wait atop this cliff
Within the mist
For something to catch his eye
He sat and he watched as more clouds passed by
And as Orion’s belt took shape in the moonlit sky
But nothing was good enough
All the sunrises and all the sunsets
Not good enough
He would know his match on that day that they met
So there he sat
He would wait
For as many seconds as time would take
On one night
He was in the dark
It was dark as could be
There was nothing
The moon was hidden
His work he could not see
He tried and he tried
But still, he could not see
So the artist finally closed his eyes
And than it came
Like a sudden storm
A cloudless sky formed a pouring rain
He reached for his pencil
But his eyes stayed closed
He sat and he sketched
Into this canvas his thoughts he etched
It took days and days, but his eyes stayed closed
His pencil fast at work
He could see in his mind each line that he had made
Every curve
Every shade
He could see what he had made
Days turned to months and months turned to years
But his eyes stayed closed
Onto the canvas
Not an eye had peered
And than one day the pencil stopped
The artist paused and there he thought
Atop that cliff
Within the mist
The artist opened his eyes
He sat and smiled
A smile like never before
He had not a clue what he was smiling for
So he grabbed his work and he continued on
He came down that cliff
Down from the mist
And walked into town
The market was busy
It was loud
But with his work in hand
Nobody else was around
So he walked onward to his humble home
He opened the door
Nobody else was there
But now he wasn’t alone
So he put the canvas
In a dark red chest
And there for a long time his canvas would rest
A year passed by
And than it was two
The chest stayed closed
Protecting the painting was a silvery lock
Only the artist had the key
Time would tick and time would tock
But the artist did not open this dark, red chest
He said he would do so at a time he felt was the best
Another year would pass on by
But still the chest stayed closed
When would it open?
Nobody would know
But than one day
The artist went into town
Everybody was there
But nobody was really around
So he took a seat
And watched all the people
They all walked on by this artist
So he sat and he sat
This time not within the mist
Or atop some cliff
But he sat and he sat
And he stared and he stared
People kept looking at him
But nobody, not a soul was there
They kept looking, but he did not move
That blank, vacant stare was one he would not soon lose
But then…
Then a face popped out in the crowd
Among all the faces, somebody else was around
He stood up
He looked in awe
The artist could not believe the face that he saw
This face he saw, he had seen it before
He grabbed her hand and ran to his house
He kicked open the door
Ran into the living room
And knelt on the floor
Opened the dark red, chest
For two years this canvas had been at rest
The man picked up his art
Held it in his hands
He looked at her and started to cry
The woman looked bewildered.
She didn’t no why?
He turned the canvas to face her
And into this canvas her eyes did peer
But she was not amazed. She did not cry
The man had cried and she didn’t no why
She said “Why did you show me thi…
But then she stopped
She had moved her lips
But a change did not appear
She realized that what he held was not a mirror
On this canvas she saw her face
It was perfect
Her eyes swelled up and she started to cry
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Something about how they are happy together and have a great life as man and wife. Lol I just randomly started writing so i havent had time to edit it all. Just let me know if you get it? How does it make you feel?

i think its great