My eyes were opened on a scene in a dream

in the dark of my heart where the spark of my art

had fallen apart

and yet the wind

where the passion begins

still blew strong

through the chasm of the has been

and the ruins of deep doings

stirring an alluring

memory

of things that were yet

meant to be

So I stood

as I thought I should

among the dell of the bells

and the field unshielded

where time was released

as it pleased in my soul

with the goal of painting

the tree there in me

and in my vision of what could be

when I allowed myself to see

eternity

(December 13th, 2017)