Paint
by Saulander Evans
Sleep deprivation induced amnesia,
Mistaken as the ramblings of genius,
Acquiesce into good-natured laughter
Rendered from my closest friends.
Trespassing into the unknown, I bound.
Winding staircases weave the plot
Riddled with questions of sanity, or not.
In an dream-like state, of well-chosen words
Titillating to read, lain on a field of white
Extracting the essence into fine-woven linen.
Reaching for the stars, I float
Sentient that many will miss the point.
Individuality, uniqueness, uncharted territory.
Memorable novels if only for their quirky
Ambitiousness of unbridled passion
Gathering in the dusk of the mind
Invading the dreams of my audience
Nudging them ever closer to
Enlightenment of my vision.
Against the odds, I tread onward
Never looking back to normalcy
Determined to tell a story never told before.
Pitter, patter like raindrops on the roof
Another day to peel away the skin
Inspecting the prose like well-ripened fruit.
Nearing the pinnacle of the tale
Taxiing toward the conclusion.
Still I wonder, ‘Did I paint it with sufficient
Strength and clarity of thought.
Enough to transport you into my world?’