You create art
Using the sharp edge
Of a multi-hued blade.

The blade
And your eye
Slide down the canvass

Canvassing for something
I don’t know what.
Something only you can see

I’m fascinated
And, Truth be told,
Not a little envious.

I want to see
What you see.
Know what it is like
To see the void
And the darkness
To pierce them with color
And to sit back
Look at your creation
And see
It is good.