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!