White walls, white walls
So dull and so simple
A vanilla painted canvas bleached before me
Surrounded by intense ashen matter
For everything is colorless, until i dream up a glow
I write shades and hues
I write tinge and value
Feelings take form, and I slather words upon
A snowy, virgin paper
For this, is my greatest pleasure
Christian Hudak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/script-3/
