Along the sandy bay shore
My shadow often falls
Surrounded by twinkling starlight
The echoing sea gull calls.
The ships out in the distance
Captured in the midst;
The breaking waves surrounding
The air with scents so crisp.
A lone artist with his brushes
Needs no conversation;
Myself with pen and paper
Both trapped in our creation.
He uses hues and colors
To make others understand,
Just how it feels to be alive
In this misty wonderland.
My choice is not in canvas
Or clay, or steel or wood;
All I have are tender words
Longing to be understood.
They are trapped within my spirit
And cry out to be free,
So I put the pen to paper
And reach deep inside of me.
Life's so short... so wonderous
In love there's endless wealth,
I ponder so many questions,
As I sit here by myself.
In the setting of the sunlight
I feel someone walking near
A aged hand rests on my shoulder
"This is for you, my dear...."
I look upon the painting
The artist has placed in my hand
And see just a wisp of a woman,
Standing alone on the sand.
He's captured something about her
It's a look thats on her face
Of endless hope and wonder
Beauty, joy and grace.
"Do you really see all that?"
I gasp in disbelief
"Yes, but many will not notice it,
I had to look beneath."
"Never stop believing
In the dreams that you hold dear."
And pointing to my heart he said
"The answer's are right here."
"Be rich in understanding
Live each day with endless passion,
Find a way to touch others
With forgiveness and compasion."
He walked away and left me
Still standing on the shore
As I turned around to look for him
His footprints were no more.
And as I stared down at the portrait
That he had just painted of me,
I saw only clouds and moonlight
And endless deep blue sea.
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