THICKET BACKWOODS...

The deep green Backwoods stands.     
See the detail…the wilderness…the life it commands,
A testimony to time, undisturbed,
Slowly dragging you in, but don't be perturbed,

See the azure atmosphere? The same shade as his eyes,
you looked into them and were lost……

In tranquility…. Under the sapphire skies,                               
like a lagoon, you could sink into, away from this heat,
As soft rhythms pound, to bodily sounds, of an unseen beat.

Can you hear him? He's whispering in the breeze,
And you want to see him, to caress his presence,
In the air you breathe…. he's there,
You search for him, but you know not where.

Glows of emerald flash rendering all common sense blind,      
you don't know who he is, but you know it is he you must find,
so jaded your mind, like the ancient palaces, so grand,
Built on ancient stone, mixed with sweat, and with sand.

Where is he, within the earth or in the sky?
Or in the distant shadows that reign on high?
Or inside limestone caves or on ruby dyed plains?
though you want him, his wild spirit…..

 Not even you could tame!!!

This painting  is dedicated to my  childhood memories..of living in the wilderness... to the jungles...then ...and now...to the wild spirit ...which gives me strength to believe ..in believing!!