Precipitate an illusion, from the mists of imagination;
Foggy machinations, finely tempered to rhyme,
It is Art! An oft repeated thought given new reflection,
Meaning locked inside, released in perfect time!
Artists are mad-men, leading thought in a new direction;
Tantalizing! Light then dark, bordering on crime!
Meanderings in crimson, trimmed with lacey perfection;
Word notes strung together in a musical chime!
Messages inserted by rhythm; such a delicate inflection;
Highlights spark interest; just a squeeze of lime!
I hope you like this little ditty, born in joyful imagination;
A soft feather tickle, rainbow happiness sublime!