The Memory Painter.

                           
                              The  Memory  Painter.


    On blank canvas with trembling hand he will begin
    He will paint what lies beneath, what lies within
    He will lift the tired brush his life long friend
    To paint a dying picture, the beginning of his end

    Unseeing eyes can't choose his shades for blind is he
    That's why he paints with love from memory
    With quiet strength he paints in every shade of pain
    Each shade a prayer to bring her back to him again

    His greatest work the finest colours are just for her
    Each tender stroke a silent wish for things that were
    A broken man, a lonely  heart in every hue
    A quiet scream in every green, in every blue

    Each colour pure, no stroke he paints can ever taint her
    A parting gift, in the colours of love from the memory painter.