Night's sleep
stirs dreams
whose
vivid colours
cannot be recreated
by stencil or brush.
For the eye must see
what the mind sees
setting hands in synchronicity
in the lightness of day.
A candle flicker
may be all that is needed
to turn a blank canvas
into a masterpiece.
It's a question of light.
Sometimes it pays to see more
than just a frame.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem