Blurred images of reality,
spread across the canvas,
pastel mirages entice me,
to enter the dreamscape.

Mental impressions,
transferred by brush,
transports me to Argenteuil,
to share a drink with Claude.

Tucked sails rolled away,
as mainmasts rock in the breeze,
the gentle lapping of water,
reaches my ears.

Details seep into consciousness,
but quickly dissipate,
much like the smokestacks ejecta,
filters away in the background.