The Eye of Mind

What can be created, Between the grey matter owned? Can its beauty show unseen, Caring not if it's honed? Or does it follow fears pathway, Along a trail that's long lost? Where darkness beyond shadows, Ignores any and all costs. These origins with creation, Have roots hidden and deep. When facing mostly dreams, Regardless of the sleep. Yet the spark can burn brightly, Into the tomorrow of yesterday. While questions to a faint memory, That often fails to decay. Within the boundaries beyond horizons, The visions must focus and direct. Where structure builds upon an ideal, And a sculpted form can soon connect.