The Purpose of Art is Washing the Dust of Daily Life off Our Souls.
Awake with the morning sunrise blush
The road my canvas, my bike the brush
My opus begins as I depart
I am the painter, riding my art
Pushing nature’s air aside
Past the horizon I do ride
A lonely artist, a heart aflame
On deserted roads that have no name
A work soon vanished no one will see
Because this art is just for me
And my bike, my faithful steed
Through whom my tortured soul is freed
A lightning partner in my dance
It paints the curves as I’m entranced
A fellow rider, a nod, a wave
Then gone again, I am a slave
To the scent of the oil and the leather
The bitter cold springtime weather
The symphony of my exhaust
The melting early morning frost
The solace of nature’s firmament
The tranquil silence inside my tent
The balanced beating of my bike’s heart
I am the painter, riding my art.
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Good stuff, deserves broad sharing.
Thank you George, we certainly enjoyed it ourselves. Stay healthy!
Share liberally, and thanks for the positive feedback George. I thought in our current state, we could all use some art to wash the dust of daily worry off our souls.