If only I could paint the sky
Trace the cotton of the clouds
Hold the stardust that is nigh
Capture the voices of the crowds

Ah! The stinging of realisation,
That darkness enshrouds light
It's power all absorbed by oblivion
Though the glitter does shine bright

A dream condemned to floating
Sometimes adorned with froth,
A past time of looting
Of memories, couldn't be enough

Each moment is a piece of a puzzle,
To an image, we cannot yet conceive,
I gather the comfort and closely huddle
Let others envision and perceive

For dreaming is just a past time
That fools and misleads
However it may come in sugar or lime
Colourful phrases or mistaken deeds

I do not wonder, for I have one wish
It makes me tremble, smile and sigh
For I'd wish upon any star, and unleash,
If only I could paint the sky
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inspired by cloud-filled sunsets, a large river and a strange dream.