Have you ever spent an hour just looking at art?
Feeling so small, you become a part,
of something bigger,
Look at that curve, that intricate pebble–
ornate and standoffish it serves as a rebel.
The rocks, the trees, the infinite leaves
Tell their own twisted story.
Some faraway land, some faraway band.
Wondrous rapture falling into a glorious capture
don’t you see?
turn all fears asunder
Discover your soul in the eyes of another.
Breathe, leave, your heart on your sleeve.
Expose, uncover, believe and create
Gazing into the soul of a stranger’s heart
Echoes of your own thoughts progress
In one line they’ve found true beauty
Beautifully curious, wonderfully strange
There’s a glimpse of the story in that
small, etched-in name
You’ll see your face in their heart’s disgrace.
Such poetry in motion leave senses complete,
A power upon which could never deplete
An hour does not do so much justice
As a lifetime of observance,
But try, my friend,
Have you ever spent an hour
looking at art?