They appear before me,
These works or art
That pull me into their being.
So much to be seen,
So much to be interpreted.
I look and see so many things,
Things that my mind creates
From the colours on the canvas.
The style of the works enthrals me,
Meaningless to some,
But to me they mean so much
As I gaze into their depths
And fall deeper and deeper
Under their spell,