I Dabble In Paints Poem by Raymond Farrell

I dabble in paints for solace and pleasure
But am no artist by anyone's measure
Standing transfixed in the fading light
By a glorious sunset that graced my sight
I wished to capture in paint the mood and view
The mixing and blending of each delicate hue.

This is but a moment transformed
The fading light to which it's conformed
Controls the image, sets the pace
At which color appears, then vanishes into space
Darkness slowly stretched across the sky
Stars shine bright, the moon rises high.

Day to night, the sunset has passed
Moments come and go but never last
Moods and emotions too quickly go
In thought we carry what we know
Only a master lays innermost thoughts bare
Telling what they felt when they were there
Van Gogh, Rembrant, Cezanne, Picasso
And the list goes on
Masters able to impart feelings
That come from the heart
Rage, beauty, love, despair
Stroke by stroke get represented there.