Prismatic Sovereign
Reflection
In the heart of chaos, a canvas sings,
A symphony of colors, bold and bright.
Reds and yellows dance, greens and blacks intertwine,
A tapestry of emotion, raw and alive.
Each stroke a whisper, each hue a cry,
A soul laid bare, unapologetic, free.
In the abstract, we find our own reflection,
A mirror of the self, both fierce and tender.
The bench below, a silent witness,
Bears the weight of dreams and the weight of time.
A pillow rests, a symbol of rest,
Yet the painting calls, urging us to rise.
Prismatic beams pierce the quiet room,
Transforming shadows into golden streams.
This is not just art, but a journey,
A map to the depths of the human spirit.
Let the colors guide you, let the forms inspire,
For in this canvas, you will find your own fire.
A sovereign of your soul, unbound and free,
In the prismatic glow, you will see eternity.