This Is Our Art

posted by Felix Gill, sienna

The light in the crack of the door,
grows more imminent.
As is the light from the dawn
of that day we all work for.

I’ve raised from my desk
and looked around the room.
At thoughtful eyes and nimble fingers
adept to their task.

Slow has been our start
Great thought, great care,
A chain is drawn, anchors raise,
And now we fly as if a dart.

Successes grow, the smiles follow
Skills are proved and others found,
Works are bourn of practice and of thought
Our marks are made in mount and furrow.

For us choices are as black or white.
We stay our doubt to trust our minds,
Aesthetics grown from tendered beds
Flowers looking to the light.

Soon it is that time it is the night
Our souls are pinned and visions hung,
The doors are cracked and flung apart,
Braced are our nerves, for we are naked in the lime light

Egos stayed by the smile on that face,
of a viewer of a lover, watcher of a watcher
it is not our art till its shown,
for I am not a liar it is that smile that will be my fleece

For this is our art.