His blood fell
Like the first drops of paint
On the white canvas.
Witness witnessing,
Because he had seen
First jewel of the crown.
And life kept dripping, mixing, creating
Of colours and shapes,
Of light and of shade,
Beauty.
And what you and I do, today, and tomorrow –
We paint;
Because we have seen,
Witnesses witnessing,
Living or dying, we paint
New jewels of the crown. |