Botticelli's Dream

Adoration of the gifted Magi In colours of red, gold and blue Tremendous beauty that captivates you See the Birth of Venus, seductress Life seen within her alluring eyes Silencing mortal mans sad and lonely cries In La Primavera, Allegory of Spring Such splendor in the garden evening Light filters through trees, so intriguing Then shone Madonna of the Magnificat Serenity and grace so wondrously personified Gentle Lord upon her lap, long before we crucified In the Cestello Annunciation Angel spreads her glorious wings Triumphantly of Heaven, she so softly sings The beauty of the Madonna of the Pomegranate Surrounded by six angelic smiles of gorgeous gold What exquisite images, to silently behold Searching the luminous heavens Combing the pastel skies He saw all this beauty, within his laboured eyes With brush he gently stroked On faded canvas and blank ceiling With each stroke, it exhilarated his being Raising his eyes to heaven At the visions he had seen He closed his eyes and thanked the Lord For the images became Botticelli's Dream