Paintings seep through the walls
where the dancers blur smudge move change
partners in this prism of colors
From a canvas doorway gray and black
I watch, shadowed, hidden with the flowers

Within the pillared ball
room dances the iris of a different color
Into my heart he smote its brand
into my life he wedged its memory
that for me alone he stretched his hand

Soon his poetry will sail time over me
Grasp the offered hand before I disappear
Reality will take hold and dreams melt
into what my heart's desired all these years

How often did I escape to these halls
only to look on in shame of tainting
beauty, from all sides glory from the sun
eclipses my world where never did wake
pictures, rendering me the colorful one

Sings the painter's piping call
as I cross the threshhold of my land
Color breathes from his liquid green eyes
and into my soul I take his hand
Now I am the canvas brought to life

Only his poetry will sail time over me
Grasping his hand so we can disappear
Reality takes hold and dreams melt
into what my heart's desired all these years