The Aura of Art

	there was something in nothing
	in some distant imagination
	waiting and growing
	struggling with feelings of expression
	far beyond anywhere or anything
	born in the climatic explosion of creation
	there was hope
	with a little fear
	there was knowledge
	locked in closed thoughts
	there was truth
	in a mirror of meaning
	there was an aura
	the aura of art
	dancing and surrounding
	caressing and binding
	the logic in the heart
	and passions of the mind

	there was a thought now standing
	between the right and the wrong
	speaking to senses from within a writing
	or perhaps whispering in a painting or song
	close to everyone and everything 
	waiting to be accepted and belong 
	to those with fear
	and faltering hope
	to those with thoughts
	locked in their own knowledge
	to those with meaning
	that holds no truth
	to those in the aura
	the aura of art
	that dances to surround and caress and bind
	the logic in the heart
	with the passions of the mind 

	 By Mark Borcherding 9/19/1992