I stood at the art gallery,
Trying to decipher the artist's intention.
The crowd passing by colored it,
With their comments.
I looked intently at the canvas,
Deep within, I saw he was trying to expose Himself,
Makes His depths known to the Intended One.
Nothing registered, nor made sense to the ones who passed by,
There was one, whom he had in my mind,
Who stood intently, read each brush strokes,
Uncoloured the coloured one.