Paint On Canvas

When I first saw you,

You were only a splatter of paint on canvas.

I looked around to find something that didn’t look like you

In this old Victorian building

My young soul craving adventure.

The walls were grey and the air was cold,

In comparison, you were unique and full of colour

I heard my mom calling me back from a distance,

So I hesitantly picked up one of your kin and made my way home.

When I was finally home, snug under my mountainous blankets,

I turned over the page revealing rows of words inked in the old brown paper.

The minute I read the first few chapters, I was already in another realm.

Stories of princes battling dragons and vicious monsters and giants climbing down beanstalks.

This was an adventure.

My young soul’s thirst now, quenched.

The next time I visited the familiar Victorian building,

The splatter of paint, now unveiling a beautiful painting.