To dream, delight, to fancy, too!
Day's brightest dares, night's darkest mares
All given shape, breadth, vivid hue.
The Artist sets to work, creates
Through sweat, toil, blood and fire
A world ne'er seen, nor known
To tease, excite, enlarge, inspire
Our lives. A success, free for all!
The Others, too. Their art not known
The Created they then covet
To take, steal and own, theirs alone.
The Artist the Others pursue,
Target, smear his name to disgrace.
Fear, their banner; safety, their sign
Proclaimed, to chase him from the space.
The Artist retreats, heart-stained weeps
His love, his loss, all that he knew.
He wanders, rent, a time long spent
His agony his only due,
In search, to find, one day, anew...
An empty space! In which to fill
To dream, delight, to fancy, too!
© Jeff Stilwell 2012
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