I close me eyes.
I see a vision.
I see the picture my words would love to paint.
I wait for the time.
Til I see clearly.
Til my words flow from pen to page.
But every now and then.
My vision remains a silhouette.
I'm enraptured to no end.
Perfect only in it's imperfection.
And it's beauty is my greatest torment.
Captivated by,
An art I can't complete.
It's eluding me.
I close my eyes.
I see a vision.
I see the picture my words would love to paint.
And there will come a day.
When I finish what my soul started.
Yet until that day.
I will play it's game.
While it eludes me.
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