He Painted DreamsHe painted dreams in windowsills,He Painted Dreams1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
his canvasses were borrowed,
his mind was fire-
A masterpiece at the side of the street,
by a dingy little shop,
bathed in orange light-
it was cold-
but it felt warm.
And impression would not be enough
to impress the unfelt souls
who would taunt and laugh and ridicule
what they could not understand.
He dreamt of painting and painted dreams
in that dirty windowsill.
The night so coloured, so free and bright,
outside the 'hospital'.
And he painted the One who could not help-
but claims he did.
And he painted flowers of the sun-
that somehow seem... half dead.
And himself he depicted in tatters,
trying to silence the noise-
he turned his head.
His brushes were old
-his colours were bright.
And his eyes were of those lonely kind
that do not see as others will,
that do not believe what they are shown,
but instead put trust in dreams.
Because your eyes are only truly open
in your dreams.
Because sight is not a gift,