Canvas

Not at the top though in the world
Do not see the tone of the colors
Feel them
Touch with your fingertips
Discover within

Feel the harmony without sight
Know who with silent lips
Nurture thought as a tomato plant in a garden
Travel even as we lay

Canvas with even stroke
Although mystery in odds
You have drawn a pear
I have taken a bite

Words of the heart
Will not fade like a photo
Like the heart memories will be etched
The soul will know even if the mind does not

Not at the top though in the world
Do not see the shapes of the color
Feel them
Touch with your fingertips
Discover within

Feel the harmony without sight
Know with simplicity
No one is perfect though the idea of finding perfect
As we walk here in the woods
We will stand at this level of priceless unlike antiques

As brush to paint
We will be found in the world of a canvas that burst into one
Knowing out from inside

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