I waited. Two score years then ten.
Boredom reigned as time strode past.
You flirted and waved, your sunlight cast
Till the treadmill called to shackle again.
I carried the promise, I cradled belief
That one morning I would wake
My passion before me there to take.
No longer a dream you were every relief.
And now we dance, the rhythm of life
Intimate moments yet strangers remain
Master and slave passion’s loss and gain
As I strive to please frustration is rife.
Just like a moth I’m drawn to the light
Of creation’s promise, each hue I fashion
I seek the sweet moment of artist’s passion
As I step away to see that all has come right.
‘Yesterday’s Gone’ by Rebecca Pells Fine Art