An Invisible Painting on a Blank Canvas

Your face resembles the unattached figure
Trembling inside this blissful space
Shattered beneath green glass of panorama
Clouded is the soul, raining is the face

Blank canvas is the place you lived
Poetry is the land you loved
Colorful yet absurd to catch
Invisible yet insightful to be seen

Sea of love is the sea of life
Green of mind is a blue of heart
Painting black is a drawing white
Chestful of gold is a handful of lies

Life is a definition of living
It crawls beside our tomb of fate
Magic flies throughout the flat black skies
Hovering upward this empty glass