I used to be fond of the Wizard,
his wand was the thing that
enthralled me.

A West bank scene in which
I dream of the artist.

The man who painted the universe in
colours that searched through the light of the stars,
and he,
perched on the edge of the abyss of bliss
unaware of his fame.

I can't remember his name
but I know he was feted
wherever he went.