As I sit in the dawning of the morning light,
I'm ready to paint the landscape of my dreams,
A fantasy world within my heart and soul,
Of green blades of grass and tiny pebbles ofsand ,
and of brilliant colored gems,
My spirit warmed by an invisible ray of golden sunlight,
It's neither night or day
But a timeless twilight between waking and sleeping,
Upon which I paint my life's story,
My hopes and fears, my loneliness,
My dreams and desires, my loveĀ
Of all that I have ever been
Or all that I'll ever be
Just a timeless painting of what's inside my dream.