A painting
Always on my mind
My thoughts
And imagination
Perfect,
With all the colors
Happy and glowing
Who painted it?
Or figment of my imagination
Maybe it does exist
Somewhere
In some art gallery
Or maybe lying in neglect
In some Art collector’s house
At the basement
Long forgotten
The Artist’s muse
Painted with love
Is the painting a note?
Trying to communicate
Her heart captured
Still beating
After all these years
Her feelings
Hidden under the layers of color
Why it comes in my dreams?
Was I the painter?
I may have forgotten my muse
But she still yearns for me
After all these centuries
Art is true
That lives for years