The Painting

The body of the mind

Paced and then stopped

Questioned the silence

The work of the arts

Oiled pain and sorrow

Distanced seasonal happiness

Isolated minds rectangulated

Without particular selection

Money changed hands 

And a painting was bought.

Gifted to a woman

With a wider prospect

A painting hung over

The painting of the wall

The eye for a conversation

Or dust covered descent

Its choosing of event was

When desolation found the woman

Silence intrigued her best

In this vacuum of sound

She'd shed time on herself

In staring

At the swirling hues

Of the painting 

She bought.