To dream, to see, to know what can and should be done
To hold, so close, yet never touch that altruistic dream
Like vapors painting figures where there once was none
On canvas that reverts to just an empty scene
So white, so cold, it beckons for another stroke
From brush of who would see it in another light
To paint the vision held in never ending hope
And once again give birth to dreams in colors that will give them flight
And so the painter looks across the motions of an endless sea
To probe the waves for what they may insinuate
In total focus so that he may catch before it flees
That moment within which he will again create
To Dream
ยฉ 2002, Gil Namur
Photo Credit
Microsoft Office Clip Art Collection
Tess Wixted says
Gil, such a moving piece of poetry! Thank you, thank you for writing it. What a gorgeous transcendent metaphor for life and all that awaits us on the endless sea of each moment.
Gil Namur says
Thanks Tess ๐
I appreciate your kind words ๐ I love your writing too!
Cheers,
Gil
Mary Claire says
Exactly. I love it because it is soothing. Thank you!
Gil Namur says
Thank YOU! ๐