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I dream, I do
My mind, though of past returns,
pictures life as it could be…
only in a dream?

“Would she look at me if she knew?”

Fantasies painted on textured walls,
curves where straight lines have lived
Brush strokes of trembling fingers,
fearing that it could be…perhaps

Then the picture comes into view
like an open curtain to Eden
Fruited and vibrant in luscious folds,
beneath an arbor of frantic delight

Sunlight blinks as beauty beckons
from across fields and valleys
Overgrown of tall grasses and imagination
Flowing on a soft summer breeze

“Paintings now live in the minds of those who dream”

Wide is the canvas which sits
like an oasis for the eyes,
a spring for quenching thirst, food of wide-eyed wishes
now fading into the shadows of…impossible

For this that I see has taken my heart
sent it off to dance in nervous steps
across a floor on satin sheen
and sawdust scratches…slipping away

A poster on the wall announces the opening act
coming soon, live and in person…I stand
a wreck, a shivering mass of never,
melting slowly into the audience of hidden backgrounds

“Would she look at me if she knew?”

I dream, I do
My mind, though of past returns,
pictures life as it could be,
only in a dream…