Painting

The vision appeared
in the ground of our dwelling;
our life depicted.

Your hands presented
the canvas where we painted
our days in colours.

The blotched elements,
as if there were no mistake,
blended into scene.

Sketches of memory,
dabbed against my reason,
drawing my focus.

Encapsulated:
A view, varnished and vivid;
relished lost moment.

Ease dominated,
the mind beguiled in a trance;
the bliss found in you.

Until awakened,
lasting for only one night,
reverie dried up.

Expressed in your words,
schism: what was and what is,
outlined the surreal.

The portrait of us,
the painted over background,
conflict with nature.

Dispelled from repose,
engraved image starts to blur.
A blank wall stares back.