Only the Dreamers Can See

a thousand regretful wasted words and i'm no closer to painting my masterpiece of the soulful songbird gently sweeping aside the weary cares of the hearts soul no closer to giving tangible truths to the heartfelt dream no closer to giving life to the dreamers struggle as she sings the song of redemption i paint in a rush the flurry of words that let fly like the virgin white snow late september night which gives the unexpected beauty to the lush green that still clings to the landscape now the words echo inner truths illustrating what i want your heart to see bound up in the promise of newborn late fall daybreak bound up in the beauty only the dreamers can see but still i linger here in the false start of a masterpiece still with only the bare bones of what i wish i could say to you i will stay here with my craft's labors until i can give to you such a sweet song that would touch your soul that would free the joy within you that would show you how much you are loved