Poem: Painting Dreams


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Painting Dreams

You would think the narrow passage confining.
Walls on each side. Deep water below.
A long journey to a distant light.

You though, are a different creature
who dreams far more than you sleep,
and each wall becomes a canvas, and the sea, your paint.


  1. the light at the end of the tunnel… I hope this is your photo and you actually visited here. SIgh.

    • It is my photograph, and yes, I have been there. I would move there in a moment if I could figure out how to make a living there. Until that day, we hope to go back next Spring for a week.

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