Slate upon the midnight sky
Part curtains grand before my eye
Unveiling framed the radiance of the moon.
How vast beyond the silver shade
Unfolds a palette soft as suede
Replete with stars so infinitely strewn.
And in my mind I travel there
To meet the one whose brush so fair
Imbues the night with brilliance riv'ling noon.
When I arrived I did behold
Prismatic melodies of old
Dissolve behind the painter gone so soon.
And yet I know that by some grace
Someday I'll look upon that face—
The one who painted stars and space—
And as my fleeting steps retrace
I know I'll taste that same chromatic tune.
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
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