I wonder about the visions he has,
From the art work on the wall.
So deep are the meanings
That I can not know it all.
And yet each and every time
There is more to what can be
The awesome beauty that is portrayed
In the realm of make believe.
Hidden in the seams and folds
As I look deep within
I see the Artist's spirit there
In the wonderful play of hand.
And then I find I'm swept away
Into his world of art,
Surrounded in his fantasy
Absorbing thought and heart.
For every time I look upon
There is a different view
I ponder the image there
And see there's something new.
It's like the Artist knows my mind,
And has visited my dreams
Some how he walks within my soul
Then paints just what he sees.
