by PEYTON
I close my eyes
and let my mind take the wheel
touring the blank canvas
yet another time.
The piano plays,
after the church bells ring
all noise comes to a stop
then the choir begins to sing.
I drift away
from the rather peaceful scene,
entering a new world
where the grass that grows is green.
A moth flies with papery wings
graciously floating by
as if they were hinges in the sky
The canvas changes again
to a painting of the sea,
it comes to life creating
a rather peaceful scene,
the waves crash against the shore
finalizing a beautiful image.
I open my eyes
and return to the world that I know best.
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