The light of the night, the soul of the stroll

The scale of the trail, a knoll of console

The time so sublime, new friends til the end

No care in the air, only moments to pen

A case to embrace, be it rhyme or a verse

Highlight what you write, a prayer or a curse

Your flight to Dolomite, no storm only warm

Remember the ember, a moment to transform

Exile any guile, disband all the labels

The elation of constellations, you’re scribing a fable

Make a moment to own it, a puzzle with missing piece

Now complete, quite discrete, provokes her release

Don’t deny the butterfly, a token of an omen

The touch was just such, a soul no longer broken

This dally in the valley, the heather and the feather

Your stand and your hand, are altering the weather

A lift of your gift, in this prime of your time

Needs a thanks that is frank, please continue to rhyme

So compose with repose, shining grace on your space

Lay missives and memories, forever to encase

Bask in your last days, what a wonderous time

A holiday distinct, ne’er forget this summertime

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Make the world your canvas, my love

Paint your passions

Author your hopes and dreams

Serenade those close, family and friends, with your incomparable songs of sagacity

You are truly an artist in so many ways

As you pen in spilling your heart

And give of yourself, you receive so appreciatively

The touch of your colors, many hues shining bright

Impart a unique charm and delight

And as you share, you absorb the virtue you help to create

Only to render further magic only you can deliver

Those fortunate to traverse your way, my artist friend,

Will be graced with a rainbow of love and life.

Be an artist.  Stay an artist.

Continue to sprinkle torrents of tints for which we are all blessed.