Yet another Painting

Here is the newest painting, painted as of today =D
Titled, "The Wind and the Moon" (its from the poem By: George MacDonald )

This Night, Not Long Forgot

Brilliant array of lights caught the evening dusk.
Shock waves spiral into outer limits.
Taking on a torrent of unexpected awareness.
An evening now caught by a visionary.

A night so bright it is as if the sun.
Stood alone in the sky now lit.
Preparing a day ready for the next attempt.
To live a life now full of truths.

Stars fade around the luminescence.
Speaking out like a million voices who whisper.
Secrets to one alone who will listen.
Hanging on to their every spoken word.

One night that cannot be forgotten.
Comparing to other nights unquestionably.
Waiting in eager arrival of the unknown.
For what comes next will start a lifetime.

Like the snow that does not fall.
Sparkles these tiny radiant lights of hope.
Seeing into the inner soul of this.
A universe untouched by mired hands.

No hate can come to mind while staring at such.
Beauty like none can ever retell.
What animosity can come from such.
This is creation like no man can make.

Find me here amongst lilies bloomed.
Lying upon lush grass, star gazing.
Truths abound upon this night.
While I lie here, eyes wide open.


Copyright 2011 Lauren Hall ©

Ode to a World Now Bright

Evening comes like a burst of radiance.
Glowing on us as one who smiles.
Drinking in such brilliant light.
Spoken in it a million words.

Crystals dazzle the world now white.
Beauty beyond none can compare.
Sparkling like fallen stars from above.
No words are there left to speak.

Arrayed is the night sky now bright.
The ever giving luminescent light.
Calms us into peaceful dreams.
Compelled are we to speak in silence.

The world has become warm and lovely.
In this beauteous spring day.
Song is heard throughout the wood.
As we gaze at a world now stunning.

Captured is the moment stilled.
Taken in is the beauty that surrounds.
Happiness sings like flowing honey.
As we hum to the song of birds.

Luscious is the grass bathed in sunlight.
As trees sway to the caressing wind.
No word to describe but utter contentment.
No words found to speak of this.

Drifting to the ground now colored.
The smell of Autumn ever comforting.
Taking in the trees painted as the sun.
A wonder as to such joy.

Sorrow cannot touch this.
Life will never fade away.
Lost in a world of loveliness.
What can compare to this?


Copyright 2011 Lauren Hall ©