A Pinch Of Truth

A spell of separation

 Caresses often

 Denuding body from soul

 As I traverse 

 Each inch

 In the landscape of canvass

 Wielding a brush

 To make a sketch of my own

 

 Supporting hues and pigments

 Splash colours

 Create intricate patterns

 In myriad textures

 Transition of passion

 With intellectual stimulation

 Hinges heavily on preparation

 Wise squat

 Allays fear factor

 Sheer joy

 Sails across

 Surges further

 Imbibes tryst

 For an easy clinch of insight 

 Into the Utopian shore.