An Artist’s Dream 

The night is a time to dream into another path. 

Close eyes, follow the thought that follows thoughts  

A line of ideas holding each other’s hands 

On a bare canvas the moment unfurls. 

An infinite moment to release the brush 

Like dawn like dusk, a time without light. 

In the hallway of imagining, I waltz 

Endless, unknowing, and seeking. 

When I open my eyes,  

dark disappears like spume 

Soaking through the fabric, colors spread out 

Find the nameless road 

I step forward