ON HIS GIFT

BILL SIENKIEWICZ Water runs from My one eye His colors stunning Send me Oils covers canvas Leave barely a Piece untouched Just white It is waves tidal Mangled trees That stand A horrid orchid Nature crippled The ugly Beautiful In his hands Finally I break in tears I sprout wings and soar For just a moment Angels hold me Gladly share The sky For a moment in time I am a King Crown and all Armand Hamouth