Oil colour on canvas 48 inches by 36 inches. Painting for my poem - THE DAY COVERS - Not wanting to leave a warm bed The heart must go into its shallow day. Awakening from dreams of people that are moulded Into a symbol of a flame. It is an illuminated guise of the past and present; Only one person stands for all of them. In dreams a force is felt And I am compelled to ask pestering questions, Eagerly hoping answers that would tell me Of those Ive known which one she was. The dreams that open up like torchlight To scan my spirit fade. Only sparks of memory filter through To poems As the day covers such things. © Christopher English