The Paintbrush who fell in love with the Artist
A dazzling summer day brings her to life. I watch her as she dances around the room, filled with care-free joy
Another day is upon us
I think about where she'll take me today
Where does she want to go?
We've traveled all over
She took me to the Northern Lights last week
Because of her, we've seen pastel sunsets with flecks of dandelion yellow and tiger lily orange
Surrounded by the created safety of the mountains and the pines, we've stayed in a tent underneath the protection of the moon and stars
Together we've shared endless adventures
She picks me up and the cool rush of water massages through my bristles
Contemplating her vast options, inspiration sparks
Sweeping my bristles across, first with robin’s egg blue, with a dab of fuchsia
With the paper already wet, the colors melt away
Over and over, the colors morph into each other
An exquisite form begins to take shape
Like Calypso, her strange power and beauty controlling both the known and unknown
Blue kisses fuchsia, while having a long awaited reunion with lilac
With her vision fully finished and alive, she sets me down on her table to marvel at what we've created and where we've gone together this time
I hear her whisper the word "Caribbean" as she mulls over a title for our latest adventure
Standing upright again, all rinsed off, I can't help but wonder where we'll go tomorrow