Still in the moment
On a painting I gaze
No narration, no opinion, no explanations are made
Wanting desperatly to be part of this dream on the wall
Transform back in time
Melt away from it all
Naked I stand, stripped down to myself
No id, no ego, no illusion, no wealth
Dressed only in armor of innocence I stand
Protected from peers that won't force my hand
I make my own path through a field
Lined with flowers of blue
That this artist so elequantly painted so true
That never branches off
So I can trodden right through
Still in the moment
On a painting I gaze
No narration, no opinion, no explanations are made