Peeping through the window of the antique store
A confident painting lured me in
The vivid colors of a dignified seashore
sparkling wonder, livening hues coupled with colorful darks
seagulls darting out of the pale blue sky
time-consuming strands of marshland, all colors
your quintessential lighthouse, clarifying the background
a cool mist hovering out over endless waves
catapulting sensual sentiments into oncoming euphoria
My sight catches its mortal frame
dull, displeasing grains of wood
tainted amongst natural markings
misplaced in my charming fantasy
its corners scarred and chipped
man`s nature visibly wrought
inner beauty possible yet not feasible
wood inevitably rotting over time
deserving of time
I bought it that very day
Marvelous painting bonded to matching frame |