I wish that I could draw

I wish that I could draw,

turn my daydreams into pictures,

see the vast and shining shoals

of what I think in words.

 

I wish that I could draw,

give some body to emotion,

sketch a vision of the soul.

Paint a Feeling Ocean.

 

I wish that I could draw.

Maybe I’d encapsulate

my joy and fear and grief and pain

or tell a story to my eyes.

 

I wish that I could draw:

The angel wings, the pointed fangs,

the glossy fur, those things I dream!

My fantasies come true.

 

A drawn and coloured world.

I’d live there like I live in tales

I write, but this I’d see...

and fancied life would seem more real.

The End

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