Painted a masterpiece In my dreams: A Chilean villa. Cactus streams. A flower composed, Wilted with time With muted colors, Tequila with lime. Fields of desert With tuxtla soaring. Winding paths of Wood and brick flooring. A cool wind blows Through the heat Over sweaty brows And sandaled feet. A moment trapped That’s never been. A life of others Never seen. Put away my brushes, Stood back to admire The deep ocean sky, The burnt orange fire. It lay on the table, Alive on the canvas When waking did cause My hard work to vanish. In memory only And never shown Forever discarded Once beautifully known. My studio of mind So often produces A wonderful concept With no practical uses. I’d like to live there And run those streets, Take shade under awnings Sampling savory meats. But I’ll never go there, Never see that place. Never plant in soil That’s been erased. That marvelous day Conceived at night Keeps the dreaming Forever alight.