An artist paints on canvas,
A poet paints in mind,
And those who search their meaning,
Different answers each will find.
My artist is a genius, the best you'll ever find,
For he can paint a rainbow and sunbeams in my mind;
I close my eyes and see his work, every shadow, every leaf,
Every ripple in a tranquil pond, or crashing wave against a reef.
If life were like a looking glass,
And the future, I could see;
I could pick it up and look inside,
And what it holds for me.