Where the Artist Once Stood
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Let me stand where the artist once stood,
And see through this mist in my eyes
What the artist once saw, though the paint is now cracked;
Where the artist once stood.
Let me breathe where the poet once breathed
That same air, which she painted with words,
In a swirl, never static, now swirling no more;
Where the poet once breathed.
Let me sit where the tunesmith once sat,
Chiseling song from the faces gone by.
Bring back all those faces that truth may return;
Where the tunesmith once sat.
Let me kneel where the gardener kneeled,
Inhale that aroma of roses in bloom,
Caressing their petals as soft as her face;
Where the gardener kneeled.
Let me walk where my lover once walked,
And know beyond doubt’s reckless grief,
Though abridged were her days, I may find love again;
Where my lover once walked,
Where my lover once walked.
Copyright © John Watt | Year Posted 2020
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