A black canvas mounted in the dark
In a mythical land of the unseen
The paint brushes are the eyes
As colors come alive in the mind
Flowers hide the field that bears them
As brushstrokes of the wind guide their dancing smile
Sunlight skies are painted at night
With etchings of the stars, erased at dawn
On a perfect day, the elements are at play
A perfect night is an invisible sign
Seen only in the mythical land
A nameless realm that bears us all