The Dream-Painter
As I sat on the rock
my home in the sky
I watched the sun die,
it's lifeblood colours bleeding away.
Listening to the sounds
of the fading day.
The night silently crept from the
vales
and I saw the birth of the moon.
Oh glory
I wish I could paint.
As a dream-painter
no canvas I need
the sun and the moon I'll paint in the sky
incorporate the sounds
in the make-believe canvas-sky.
© Gois
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