To dream, to see, to know what can and should be done
To hold, so close, yet never touch that altruistic dream
Like vapors painting figures where there once was none
On canvas that reverts to just an empty scene
So white, so cold, it beckons for another stroke
From brush of who would see it in another light
To paint the vision held in never ending hope
And once again give birth to dreams in colors that will give them flight
And so the painter looks across the motions of an endless sea
To probe the waves for what they may insinuate
In total focus so that he may catch before it flees
That moment within which he will again create
First Posted At gilnamur.com
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