“An Artist Dream”
by: Sharon M Hayes
© copyright 2004

Down beneath thy heart and soul
Lies that which self cannot control
Desires fire when in the night
Can make the darkness turn to light

And from beneath the glow takes hold
It wells and swells till mind is full
Of colors oh so bold and bright
It gives minds eye creative sight

Now that which eye takes into air
Brushed on thy canvas once lay bare
Thoughts made whole and truths are told
by lines and shapes and colors bold

Set out to dry upon a shelf
Heart soul and spirit of thy self
Caught at glance by passerÕs by
The colors dance and capture eyes

Much deeper than the eyes it flirts
An artists spirit takes new birth
And lives among the canvas sold
Which speaks to thee both young and old

Relations form when dream is hung
Felt differently by everyone
Tis desires cry to soul and heart
Which turns a painting into art

“Beautiful Poppies”
by: Sharon M Hayes
© copyright 2004

There he doth lie in poppy field
wounded heart
unwanted shield

Now schooled in loves serpent bite
his heart beats on
his spirit dies

How is it such sweet love took hold
to blind him from
the tarnished soul

Like unto in this bed he cries
red beauty seen
but poison hides

“Willow Tree”
by: Sharon M Hayes
© copyright 2004

Meet me 'neath the willow tree
at break of dawn I summons thee

Hear now my story never told
of how warm heart turns stony cold

See my breath in morning air
feel pains weight in heavy stare

A love of mine did live this one
committed now to time undone

With trust filled heart, world at her feet
her spirit danced, bright and sweet

Purest of souls to thee no measure
till one tempted with his pleasures

Wooed her with his gift of mind
teased her heart and poured her wine

In his arms her heart did lay
from dark of night till bright of day

When he'd had his greedy fill
he turned away and crushed her will

Her thoughts clung tight, to days no more
of soft warm sand on distant shores

Now story told, such fitting place
weeping willow, fall from grace