Painting My Soul

Into a heart so still and so dead 
You walked one night 

By the pale moonlight
Your brush was your spirit
Your colors your life 
I was your palette 

That windswept warm night 
Each stroke that you made
Caressed my blank mind 
Each layer you added 
Was sweetly sublime 
I am a creation 

Of  your loving light
My heart is your masterpiece
You've painted my life

© Paul Viel 2001