The Black Canvas

We born as life painters A gift received when I reached this world The canvas, the black one given to me For i started all from early beginning From this plain beautiful dark To paint mine on black not white Like most of you own But mine should not be wasted For us to breathe the brush Bringing life from the pictures As I said, in our own life we are the artist So do i here challenged To paint my own reflection In this black canvas In different beginning On my canvas My black canvas Yet, all colours for me too Same as what you all have in your hands Though not white i have like yours Nothing lack to be in my canvas As I compared me as a black pearl My life is a black beauty On the black canvas Flows in continuous art Art that rare from others Performed as i wish In this black canvas, black canvas It only just at the beginning Not yet reach the ending Seduce the crimson of roses Chant my soul to steal blue from the moon All colors i consumed in touch of the grace beauty As if it was done by a celestial galaxy touch On the midnight sky Beauty in the dark And i touch to mine Giving the same to my canvas My black canvas ...Now for it birthing an art The art delivered on the black canvas Emerging in a newly life I may began with the black one A gift that i had once i reached here No, it's not over, not the end, too early to loose Why should i surrender from brushing beautiful muse Because I am stand here as an artist to my own life It's not the end, just the beginning Giving the best colors on it My soul still painting life It will be the beautiful one Never down to be different Though it just a black canvas at the beginning The last touch, it telling me that beauty is mine Even beautiful than a white canvas could do Portrait of my life will be finished With my smiles and beautiful In this black canvas My own black canvas Whenever i return it back to the owner To show to The One above