As an Empath

As an Empath I can merge

with any life form,

becoming life itself manifested

in flight, gills, earthlings and heart.

I lose my grip on my individuality and

float on your humming strings,

expand on your wings and dive

into your dark.

I even get lost in conflicting

tones unable to decipher your cadence

from my own.

That is why I need my art.

Art becomes: another you, another life,

my own heart, gills, wings.

I merge with the life form we call

the soul. My soul.

I drown in this depth only to re-emerge

on another surface having become myself

fully, wholly, holy, fulfillingly

myself.

Enchanted April

April has been a month enchanted by sunrise pages of art in peachy sketchbooks, boxes of crayons, tall glasses of iced peppermint lattes and see-through tubs of homemade ice cream.

There has been pale yesterday moons, dreamy everyday adventures gone wild, a dawning Summerland and family photos of Henhouses and pretty new girlfriends.

There has been Blooming Camellias, glowy-eyed foxes lost in technicolor cityscapes, and sea green fashion to wear on tiny new ships going on virgin sails to Childhood Paradise.

All in all, Spring has blossomed into green leaves leaning towards the sun and I have morning picniced on chili cheese sandwiches and blossomed into a color-mad artist-bud lost in the enchantment of a well-stocked paintbox.

See you later, Alligators!