SAVANNAH Painting

LAST DANCE New Orleans. Hot and wet. Warm sulphur filled breezes from some distant small town paper mill, Blew through cracked slats in time, Long past life’s faded worn gray shutters. It was our last night, The last place life mattered to me, anyway. It was Savannah's time. And she had slayed another dragon’s heart, Confident, That nothing would breach the dark chasms cast between broken souls, Where hearts crushed in silence, Simply surrender to the inevitable. One hers, The other mine, It was our last dance………. Mysterious, enchanting and lonely her past thrown upon ancient seas, Where vapors stale, Rise upon winds existing, no longer. It’s was Savannah’s time, My final memory sealed for eternity, Her soft sun bronzed skin which smelled of confederate jasmine young in summer, Permeated the aired sounds spilled upon this night in the Old Square. Outside the massive arched window, Overlooking this decadent city of sadness, love, sounds and sorrows, A single leaf twisted, Whipped in the breeze of the pre-dawn light, Soon lost to a summers past glow. Long weathered grey shutters, Sealed for centuries, Towered beside this ancient southern monument to a glorious past, Rattling. As trade winds blew in gusts through the narrow breezeway, Sweeping last moments, Quickly, Down the allies and lonely streets of time now surrendered. Tavern hags, Whose muted shouts echoed in the near distance, Stumble down ancient stone allies, Their voices in laughter muffled, Seeking home, In an evening, Now lost to the sweat of another dawn. Then turning, As I sat upon the massive four post Victorian bed watching as she dressed, Her white cotton shift tightly draped, clinging, caressing her body in the humid tropical air, She stood. Transfixed and motionless in front of the floor to ceiling mirror leaning against the charred rose colored fireplace, The new dawn lightly glowing through the transom illuminating her hair, radiant in its softened light. For a moment she paused, searching in absence of thought as an actor might, having momentarily misplaced a staged point during a performance, Still, She turned motionless peering at my image painted in mirrored reflection. Her eyes sultry, In the broken light, appearing as polished stones of light grey and lapis blue, Searing my soul, A smile now faded, Her stare fixed, Seemed to pray that new memories had never existed, And that they would vanish in the dew of the summer’s pre-dawn light. Then turning my way, She stood in silence, Wishing she could be as I, Once again. It was time, Ethereal dreams fading, Hearts crushed in the weight of silence, It was Savannah’s time, Centuries long past, She had travel these halls of another age, In visions taken to whispered winds and points unknown. It was our last kiss, Our last night, Our last dance.

Painting:Acrylic on Canvas

Original:One-of-a-kind Artwork

Size:60 W x 48 H x 1.3 D in

Delivery Time:Typically 5-7 business days for domestic shipments, 10-14 business days for international shipments.