Meandering through long forgotten rooms
devoid of dust, yet still untouched—emotions;
silence deafens in this artistic tomb.
I stroll, examining neglected visions
of old, perceiving no gloom—no doom.
I revel, seek meaning in lost creation.
The impression I feel is so surreal.
I savor the delight that feels so unreal.
Somehow, in every masterpiece I view,
whether Van Gogh, Monet or Dali
everything I see reminds me of you
in ethereal splendor, flying free;
and my heart swells; I smile—desire ensues.
Let there be no cure for this, my disease.
For you bring me joy in reality.
I shall dream of you for eternity.
© September 26, 2010 CRF