A blank canvas, a cloud

A blank canvas, a cloud

A fog that disappears

Painting the town red as

The evening moon appears

And before the paint dries

The sun begins to start

A new day to chase dreams

Without a map or chart

Another place and time

Another place and time

Going back just to see

The beauty passing by

Early rings of the tree

Unlike the stars and stones

Or the moon we admire

Our lives are full of change

Inception to expire

Airplanes disappearing

Airplanes disappearing

Borders under patrol

Ice caps slowly melting

As far as the North Pole

Quietly the cat sleeps

Curled up and confident

Their world at this moment

Is complete and content

Waiting for the darkness

Waiting for the darkness

The sun beneath the line

All day mending pieces

Dreams fallen from cloud nine

Longing for tomorrow

Today all used and spent

The sun sets like a dirge

The twilight, its lament

The past follows me like

The past follows me like

Shadows beneath my feet

No matter if I run

They will never retreat

Must I live in darkness

I will never forget

Each step in the future

A resounding regret

Too many coats of paint

Too many coats of paint

What was the first feeling

Lost inside the layers

Of loose chips and peeling

The brushstrokes on gesso

The inspiration new

The lost fresh expression

The color, tint and hue

In this diversity

In this diversity

A fingerprint is mine

Unlike any other

Across all space and time

Yet insignificant

Trying to leave a mark

Numbers are infinite

In the darkness, a spark