A Bohemian Journey
So many nights I have rested beneath the unnerved sky,
plucking the strings of a lyre.
Sacrificed made decisions to be free-spirited.
I'm living the life of a Bohemian
comforted by desires and serenity
just like a canvas invites paint to a dance.
Red wine spices my tongue
feeling the essence as I swallow.
Wiping the discoloured effect from my lips.
Strewn grass caresses my feet
On this summer evening.
My hands reach into my torn breeches.
Looking on I see pure beauty.
All around significant quality.
Antonio Gaudi's architecture clenches my attention
as I look on in awe, in admiration.
Engaging, I breathe in deep, inhaling inspiration
Absorbing my surroundings through my modern camera eye.
The distant sound of euphonious Spanish Guitar
Flamenco dancers drawing crowds
Active kids running around
All the while, the tip of my brush
begins a journey on what was an empty canvas.