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The Painting
Flowing light illuminating darkness
Hidden images in the forest
Blinded by the cities falsehood
Flow with the light walk upon it
Build a fire in the darkness
See the images all around it
You are the paint upon a portrait
Who can cool the fire but the artist?
The painting is a dream i had
The dream is still singing
The colors turning, twisting and swinging
The singer still dreaming
In my dreams i saw your face
This was the greatest treat
My body melted my eyes were closed
i was sound asleep
In my mind i saw your face
You whispered words and i awoke
i see the words that you spoke
i’m dancing in your brush’s stroke
The artist spoke…
Hear the sweet sound dancing round
Inside the painting i awoke
The painting spoke
i heard it’s sweet sound all around
The colors merging with every stroke
And i awoke…
Hear the sweet sound all around
We are the whisper that it spoke
The painting is the dreamer’s dream
And with every stroke
The painting has become the dream
In the dream the painting woke
In the dream the colors spoke
See the artist we treasure most
Giving life to our every stroke
See the artist we love most
Everyone behold
See the fire that you stoke
Listen to the brush’s stroke
It has awoke
i heard it’s sweet sound all around
The colors merging with every stroke
And i awoke…
Hear the sweet sound all around
We are the whisper that it spoke
Flowing light illuminating darkness
Hidden images in the forest
Blinded by the cities falsehood
Flow with the light walk upon it
Build a fire in the darkness
See the images all around it
You are the paint upon a portrait
Who can cool the fire but the artist?
The painting is a dream i had
The dream is still singing
The colors turning, twisting and swinging
The singer still dreaming
In my dreams i saw your face
This was the greatest treat
My body melted my eyes were closed
i was sound asleep
In my mind i saw your face
You whispered words and i awoke
i see the words that you spoke
i’m dancing in your brush’s stroke
The artist spoke…
Hear the sweet sound dancing round
Inside the painting i awoke
The painting spoke
i heard it’s sweet sound all around
The colors merging with every stroke
And i awoke…
Hear the sweet sound all around
We are the whisper that it spoke
The painting is the dreamer’s dream
And with every stroke
The painting has become the dream
In the dream the painting woke
In the dream the colors spoke
See the artist we treasure most
Giving life to our every stroke
See the artist we love most
Everyone behold
See the fire that you stoke
Listen to the brush’s stroke
It has awoke
i heard it’s sweet sound all around
The colors merging with every stroke
And i awoke…
Hear the sweet sound all around
We are the whisper that it spoke
You've one of those few capable of making it rhyme without making it obnoxious!