Daybreak sets the mist on the curving road
A man behind the window peeks with mystery
Watching with eagerness still so alone,
He knows it all, but what can’t he see?

Hollow walls crawl with echoes of laughter,
Tables infested with sketches and scribbles,
Blank frames hung gently upon the concrete,
An open gallery, showing all the exhibitions.

Butterflies cocooned for the winter’s drive,
An anthology of this art which assembles soon,
To watch the creator once more turn them to life,
To see the set of the sun and rise of the moon.

The door cracks open and a shadow is cast,
Which is chained to the mold of her beauty.
A darkened room is brightened instantly,
I see her face but the vision soon leaves me.

An omen of my misery,
Open eyes to sight of pain.
Till the sun meets the horizon,
I shall meet you once again.