sometimes I write like this
as fast as a quick sketch artist can draw
I have an eye in the mind for detail
a heart sensitive to light touch shadows
I see beautiful pictures in my mind
I see perspectives life sliced both ugly glorious
sometimes I just dream my sketches pictures
both sleeping or half awake
sometimes I put nothing on paper
never lift a far away pen
never put a single finger to key board
but oh the paradise dreams
lets me sleep or wake with estatic heart beats
dreams fill my days mind's eyes
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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