I want to paint a picture with words So you can see what I see. Let you see all of the art work That hides here inside me. The darks and the lights that glisten I want to share colors and shapes And the music, so you can listen. They make up my internal landscape.
My canvas is time, sight and sound And the aromas of my world. I want you to see the way the smoke And all the clouds get curled. The hills and the valleys have views That make you want to be there. The trees and the flowers delight; All inside my memories somewhere.
The stories would keep you transfixed, And the people, creatures of fascination Would make you laugh or maybe cry If you could only see my imagination. I am using rhyme and meter to depict As the artist in me articulates dismay That these simple words must transmit As I can only tell you about it this way.