i'll paint the landscape, curves and all
from the valleys to the rolling hills
i'll paint your landscape, peaceful still
as you allow my roaming brush to crawl
i'll paint your landscape, soft and slow
your canvas years to feel my brush
with every stroke your skin is flush
your pulse quickens and paint begins to flow
to paint the landscape i see in my dreams
the paint flows forth and falls into the seams
i'll close my eyes and let my mind run free
'til finally the landscape is as it should be
this landscape, flawed, is perfect as can be
there's beauty here as far as the eye can see