as the gold shimmered from the sky
and light beamed from east
the blue eyed dreamer stood looking
peering into a physical idea of love
he dreamt to be that
the idea behind art
a story you told that people fell in love with
an idea you can't shake
a piece of literature you base your idea of hope on
a color you resemble
a piece of art you loved
even as a young child
he dreamt of that
of being a piece of work
as he sat alone in his mind
and alone in his home of pain
