Awakened by the thunder,
And the rain.
So real-a-dream in my slumber,
But the memories remain.
Felt shaken, drenched in sweat,
still sleeping yet awake,
try to steady my breath,
feel real, no longer fake.
Conscious reality now that I’m awake
Brought forth from the world of dreams
Make no mistake,
A spark of passion, with golden beams.
Lights up my unsure mind
then sparks within my heart,
stirred up and well defined,
this moment marks the start.
An old-fashioned-loose leaf canvas,
Sensational revelations in ink,
Only wisdom and spark can grant this,
Through an artistical blend-woven in sync.
Fears cease and surrender,
both tears and canvas dry.
Inspired by the splendor,
to relentlessly try.
Grace Y. Estevez and Francis J. Lamanna (Noozbuffet)