Every move she makes - She moves just for me . . .

“La Mer” – Leslie Egerer. (Written by Charles Tenent)
Donna Darkwolf dances to my violin on a Sunday morning Beach. Cape Town.
An illustration I did for Donna’s unpublished book – “The Eternal Kiss of The Witch and The Soldier”

brush strokes frozen in twilight hues
a crimson coat
forgotten shoes
sky like inking and shadows still
no one moved but some one will
teacups set on painted lace
figures paused in quiet grace
no one speaks yet all is said
in eyes that flicker shades of red
canvas without a name to wear
tells a truth to find
to share
somewhere there a life began
trapped in time without a plan
oils dry where dreams once ran
captured in the artist hand
if you stare too long you'll see
the face behind
the mystery
canvas unmade yet full of soul
holds what silence always stole
not a word but still it speaks
the tale of love no frame can keep
canvas unnamed yet full of soul
holds what silence always stole
not a word but still it speaks
the tale of love
no frame can keep