Lure of the green

Long forgotten,
The pen lies untouched.
Thoughts lost,
Each, fragmented

Wandering, stumbling,
Into the murky grey,
Images appear, beckoning
The mind to think again.

Alas!
The green
Lures.
Once more.

Enslaved hands
Don the paint,
Poring over notes,
To get someone else fame.

The window to the soul
Weeps.
In vain.

Thoughts stay forgotten
Bundled beneath the folds
The dreams lie unspent

The lure of the green
Overpowers;
Alas!
When it releases the grey,
It may be too late.


written on 15.11.2007